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“You’re so young. Do you even know what love is?”

I remember those words. They echo in my dreams.

I hate that question. Sure, I dream of sharing my life with someone. Someone to take care of and to be taken care of. Schedules to coordinate, magnets on a refrigerator, and a fluffy duvet. Memories for two. But I realized that at 23 I don’t need a husband for any of this.

I overcame the pressure to get married too young. But most of all I overcame the pressure to drop out of school. To turn back and run in the other direction when the going got tough. And boy did it get tough.

I had a life planned with someone I loved.

I moved out and moved on. I was free. I live on my own. Stand upright on two feet. For years I was trapped, never allowed to leave the house I shared with him. I suffered severe abuse. Skin grafts and therapy. I suffered to come out the end with the edges blackened, but not worn.

Now, I take my youth and my freedom and I run. I may be seen running from club to club, laughing and giggling. Don’t try and stop me. This freedom is new. I live every single day as if it is my last. I don’t tell you how to live your life. Don’t tell me how to live mine.