On Leaving a Toxic Relationship
<p>It gets cold in the desert at night. The sun warms you into a false sense of security. When it’s gone, there’s not a lot alive here to lean on, nothing to store up that warmth for later. All you’ve got is whatever you brought with you and your ability to stomach the silence.</p>
<p>Do you like to gamble? I do. I’ve never been to a casino but I like to try my luck. I bet lives, typically mine, not my physical survival but the life I built around me to call home. The friends, the jobs, the hobbies, the towns, the identities and dreams and desires. I roll the dice and bet them all, bet that this time, I’ve found a risk worth taking.</p>
<p>I think and think until I believe it: This must be him. This must be home. I must have finally found it.</p>
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