When I was a little girl, living out in the country in Tennessee, my father bought a pig at a livestock auction. He brought it home and put it in the pen, but it soon escaped by rooting under the fence, digging a hole large enough for it to fit underneath, and run away.. To solve that problem, Dad had a ring put in its nose to prevent it from rooting out of the pen again. Dad was happy with the outcome. The pig was not... That memory came back to me when I looked down at the ring on my left hand towards the end of my last relationship... I was like that pig... Pent-up... Broken in spirit... Feeling stuck with someone who, as it turns out, I didn't even know. Freedom for me came in the form of learning his true reality. His dirty little secrets were finally exposed to me. I had been nothing more than his ATM, as well as an unknowing cover for his huge web of lies. But thankfully, unlike the pig, I had the ability to stand up, dust myself off, walk away, and never look back. Afterall, I was the one who supported us financially. We live and, hopefully learn from our experiences. Yep... Vows, and the ring that goes along with it, mean absolutely nothing to me now, because they can be broken... and that's something I never want to take part in again. I've chosen to live single for quite some time now, and I'm happy... In fact, it's one of the best decisions I have ever made!
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