One day, things will be good for me. I know I will be happier because I will make it so.

And the people that made it harder, the people that avoided me and the people that assumed I was playing victim, will be dead to me.

I have been sacrificing for my child and working diligently on my mental health, things that are not easy to do simultaneously.

Usually when life gets better, the halfhearted "friends" start to emerge once again because I'm better. They will meet my wall. The boundaries they kept between us because my life work wasn't pretty, will be broken and I will build new ones to keep out those dusty cheese balls.