Before I was thrown away I had become accustomed to a way of life that was never meant to be.

They will never know how to love me the way I need them to, and that’s their loss.

This is the final chapter from the never ending, land mine road filled with tragedy of a childhood lost that morphed its way into debilitating nightmares and mental illness.

Today, I declare myself free.

A person whom is still my mother, and her silly woman child, indeed.

“I’m so happy you finally answered my calls.”

“Well you asked me for forgiveness, and I wanted to give you that. As well as find some peace for myself.”

“To be honest, I still don’t know what I should be sorry for. I don’t know what I did to you.”

My death-grip hug loosened, I held her face and said,

“Let’s not talk about this, what matters is I forgive you.”

Cigarette burns

Cracked skulls

Broken arms

Stealing my child

Throwing me away

Saying that you don’t know what you have to be sorry for.

That.

That would’ve been a start.

The rest is between you and your maker.

In this final chapter of the never ending stomach churning story of the how and the why of how I came to be.

I am no longer a princess, the princess died long ago. Today the Queen saved herself.

Turn the page.