Mistakes were made, Regrets were had, and now there are Revelations

Looking back on my posts from days long past I see that this has been less a blog and more an ongoing diary of someone in an abusive, miserable relationship. An all consuming monstrosity of a so-called love. Reading those posts now I recognize the signs, I see the truth of it. I see the madness of someone trapped in Hell and not understanding where they're standing, that what they're facing, that the life they're living is wrong, toxic, a death sentence. I am ashamed of it, I regret it, I loathe it. But I won't delete it. Those posts remind me where I've been...and that where I am going is automatically better simply by being NOT THERE.