After reading an upsetting article in the Guardian yesterday, of a woman who realised too late that her husband's version of events was not true (I won't link, it is harrowing), I was in tears again thinking of how much you have done for the sake of yourself and your kids, GS.
Thank you for wondering, and letting a little bit of doubt in, and questioning, and questioning again, and coming back over and over to say, 'Is he right?' and thank you thank you thank you for realising.
I'm sure you don't want me to be dramatic about this, but I feel
time I have to say thank you, because, with a bit of luck (if that is the right word), your kids might never really need to understand the enormity of what you have done. They might never say thank you, but I will on their behalf, if that isn't too presumptuous.
I know, I really do know that this isn't the end of a story, that you all have a whole rich life ahead of you, with ups and downs and twists and turns, and what ifs and maybes and comings and goings, but I still want to mark what you have done so far and honour you, for my own sake as well.
I'm not waving pom poms, or maybe I am a bit. I'm just literally actually in my bedroom on my knees with gratitude that you (and women like you) have stood up for your kids in the face of awfulness, and I wanted to tell you. I hope that is not too much for you. Feel free to tell me to shut it if I've overstepped.