She was stressed. Her anxiety was high and everyone around her could feel it. She brought a pressure to the room that made the wallpaper tense and the lighting fade. Her chest ached and her stomach clenched around a knot of unforgiven history. Everyone’s eyes were on her. She could feel it. They needed her to make a decision.
Waves crashed as she sank away to the depths of her safe place. Time froze as her family carried on in normalcy. Although the stress was high, the love was unconditional. They were going to make it through this, they always did. Letting go of the fight was harder than fighting the fight itself. Toxicity needed to be removed from her life, but nobody can seem to let her let go. In order for her to let go the ones she loved would have to take a loss. But, there is no loss in a fight that is impossible to win. A natural born fighter struggles to give up, but for her it was an obvious choice, she had to let go. She could no longer handle the negativity this fight brought into her life. She needed to be free of it in order to be who she needed to be in this world.
Returning to home, her true safe place, some of the pressure within her was released. The lights grew brighter as she looked at him. He approached her with open arms and bare emotions. She wrapped her arms around him and everything appeared to be perfect. Inside she was spiraling but the tension in the air disappeared the moment he held her close. Everything was going to be okay. He was her home.
Her breathing became clear but her heart was as hard as stone. Her heart has been hard for a long time. Calloused by the fight she has been fighting her entire life. The fight is ending. Soon. It is almost over with. She is ready to leave the past in the past and never look back. It is time for her to live.
Little brown eyes watched as he held her. She looked over his shoulder to see the glowing face of her son. Their son. Her soul thrived off of the love she had for the both of them. He was watching. Watching his father love his mother and his mother love his father. A true blessing. As he held her in the kitchen the little boy danced around their legs. He would never fight the fight his mother had to fight her entire life. He would never meet Hate. She would make sure of it. They would make sure of it.
When she closed her eyes she went to her safe place, where the waves were roaring. He was there, in her safe place. He stood at the edge of the rocky cliff in the sand where the waves kissed the rocks. She opened her eyes and he stared into the eyes of her peace. Nothing could replace this feeling. She was content. As long as she had him, she was okay. She knelt down and swooped up the boy and placed him in between their hearts.
The fight is over. She is living. She is winning.