This morning I awoke and found myself plagued with doubt. Have I done the right thing? Was I too anxious to leave? Should I have taken more time and planned ahead more—been more prepared?

Was I greedy or selfish to want something better for myself? After so many years of nothing for me, I was so empty inside. I feel different now; happier; more like my old self.

But is this what’s best for my son? Was it the wisest move for me? Should I have stayed longer? Tried harder? Or just put up with things the way they were? Maybe I should have just learned to want less; to be okay with never being kissed or hugged… Maybe I could have survived it…