I love, love, love your anthem. I have achieved a distance from him that I didn't have at the age of 15.

I love my own comings and goings and have discovered that he does too. It is an easier existence and one that keeps me finding things about myself--much like the sand-dragged, water-worn sea glass I find in my daily beach walks. Heaven, to me, now is the freedom not to give a shit.

Thanks for sharing your life, martha