The Brink

I screamed my grief standing at the edge of a barren, emotional cliff amidst a violent word storm. I puked up every rotten, rancid memory of betrayal that I was left behind to swallow. I heaved it out. All of it.This is my journey from victim to bad ass; from hatred to forgiveness; from the horrors and humor of dating over the age of 40, to finding and loving Self and the surprise of loving again.I