In that moment all I wanted was for somebody who understood and cared, to take me in their arms and after all these years finally take a breath and say... it's okay. I love you and I forgive you. And we're going to fight this together.
And it was then when I was sitting at that table with a nearly-empty bag of cereal, my stomach in pain, my fingers stained with cinnamon, my dry throat aching, my eyes full of tears that have been trapped for so long, that I realized that all along the person I've been waiting to hear this all from, was me. But It didn't feel like relief. Rather, it felt like surrender.
