Anniversaries. The first thing that comes to mind is wedding anniversaries. Happy celebrations of times together, marking years of a shared life .

One week from today will be my first anniversary. Throughout this past year I have counted the mileposts, noting with each the events that punctuated the prior year. One would think each milepost would take me further away from it. Yet each day brings an event newly remembered; memories painfully experienced as if currently happening. As the approaching anniversary draws near the pain becomes so real it seems unbearable.

I struggle to be present yet my mind continues to look backward, to look for the clues I missed. Once again mourning a relationship, a marriage littered with signs of what was to come. A marriage full of denial of the damage that was taking place. I want to put it in reverse, I want a do over. I want to rewrite the scene, make it palatable. Write it so I can live without it haunting me day and night, so it does not permeate my soul.

I can’t help but wonder if I hadn’t decided to leave, to finally make the break I’d been so afraid of for so many years, would it still have happened. My reality is I was already dead emotionally; my spirit already broken over and over, each time healing less and less. It was only after I had virtually nothing left in me that I got serious about leaving. In preparing to leave I saw a chance at a future. I struggled so hard for so long to have the courage to open that door. I had finally resolved I was going to walk through it and not look back, never go back there. I never considered the cost of that freedom being so high.

As my anniversary approaches it is not the anticipation of a joyful celebration of  exchanged vows of love, commitment, of honoring one another. Rather it is the anniversary that marks the tragic ending to a turbulent relationship. The anniversary of one struggle ended, another begun. The before and after. A family torn apart, a family created. Holding on for survival, and finally, learning how to let go.

About Lisette d. Johnson

Murder-Suicide Survivor, Mom, Writer, Speaker, Serial Volunteer in the Intimate Partner Violence and Sexual Assault Arena, Entrepreneur, &amp Friend. I survived, my kids survived, and I am here to tell the story.
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2 Responses to Anniversaries

  1. ME says:

    In life and in business, we encounter many signs — “Detour,” “Under Construction” and “Please Pardon Our Progress.” The key is that they are not “Stop” signs. We keep going — they simply cause us to change our direction. We keep doing the things that make us happy, bring us success, just on a new route. So you see, it’s not the road that matters — it’s our continuous travel down it that counts. Embrace every day and look to the future.

    • Lisette Johnson says:

      I have deep gratitude for the friends who have accompanied me on the route and continue to point me towards the future.
      I hope that I can do the same for the person following me.

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