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After He Left It took me 5 years to finally put half of myself back together. It took me 5 years to smile again and start painting, a passion I had left behind when the grief drove me away from the light. It wasn’t his leaving that left me so broken. It was that when he left, he threw me to the ground and broke something that was already broken. He chipped away pieces of me while he was still in control of my life and he made sure to leave me with scars when he walked away. But I wasn’t broken because of him. I was broken because I was me and I stood up despite the brokenness and smiled. I think that’s quite an achievement. I think I’m starting to love myself.