Little at a time

I'm so glad to have my own room.  To be free from a man who hurt me so much.  Free physically.  Which is helping me much.  But having to still get free emotionally.  People do things that people do and my whole self responds with all that is in me that never got expressed when he hurt me in those ways.  The disregard for what I felt, needed or cared about.  And now...I've  learned the lesson way too well.  I can't unlearn.  I can only move forward.
I made it through another night.  Another time of knowing that I'm not very good at this friend thing.  Though I want to be.  And...I like me.  Even if others don't get it.  Don't understand the depth of all that is happening.
blessings.