I See the Ripple Effect

The ripple effect of what you’ve done is immense.

I can see the damage piling up behind me, the debris everywhere, like a tornado that just swept through. Leaving miles and miles of damage in its wake, waiting to be cleaned up and sorted.

It’ll likely take YEARS to recover.

But you don’t care.

The ripple effect. So many lives affected. So much damage done.

But here I am, sitting on the fence. I know very well what needs to be done. I know very well I need out. I know there’s a path to get there. But access to it has been blocked. By you, nonetheless.

Your need for control. For power. To rub it in.

So, for now, I sit tight.

I see the path out, even though I don’t have access to it. You’ve made sure of that.

I see the way out. My nerves may be shot. My exhaustion may be at an all time high (with the expectation that it’ll get worse). My brain may be in a fog.

But here I’ll sit. Slowly plotting my way out. Trying to make my voice heard. Fighting to make sure my child is no longer under your reign. He deserves to have his freedom. The freedom you keep trying to deny both of us.

I know not to reveal any plans. To not say a word. But you’ll still try regardless. You like staying several steps ahead.

I see the ripple effect…