Treadmill Treats

I Love My Home, I love My Life There is not a day that I don't walk in my front door that I don't say these words, "I love my house, I love my life." Yes, every single time, and it never gets old, the feeling is the same time after time. For so many years I cried myself to sleep. I would close my eyes and dream about what my home would look like and feel like when I finally found the courage to leave my abusive marriage. I would go through each room in my mind. I would picture the feel of the house, the furniture, even the paintings on the walls. Yes, in vivid imagination, as if I was there.  Even when I didn't have the strength to leave my situation, I would buy things and hide them away. I would say "This is for my new home, a home where I will be happy and at peace"  Sometimes when things got really bad I would sneak and pull out something from my future and hold it. I would close my eyes and picture myself there and for that moment I would be okay. I...