Noncustodial ⋆ How did I do it?

Journal Date: August 14, 2017

It would be easier to say… I just did. But I know that’s not entirely sufficient.

For me, those three words hold twelve years of numerous failures, forced beginnings and traumatic endings.

They hold a heartache deeper than the oceans and higher than the heavens.

They hold a desperation, a defiance – a state of mind that often finds no destination.

They still grasp tightly to years of memories and visitations denied, years of dishonest accusations and unadulterated, bold-faced lies.

But… they also hold a powerful, unassailable, intense type of pure, unconditional love.