My morning of the first day of the rest of my life, went like this. This day I will remember forever, as it was the beginning of my road to freedom - though I didn't know it when I woke up that morning.
I suppose my conscious self had realized that it was the Lil Pixie's first birthday, and therefore the promise I had made to myself, and her, was up. Upon her being conceived, I had promised that I would give her father, the Moron, one year to show he was a good father. I figured I owed her that. That one chance to be the family she deserved, the one I always wanted. Turned out to be a pipe dream, but at least I had tried.
After the Moron had left with the Lil Pixie for brunch with the MIL (though I have my own special name for her), I proceeded to clean up the house and get some house work done. I thought I may as well take advantage of the deserted house, and could use something to take my mind off the strange feeling I had.
It was winter, so we had the wood stove on as it was our primary source of heat. This was located in our family room, which was quite open.
I was in the middle of dishes and laundry when the Moron came home in the late afternoon. He had put the Lil Pixie down in the living room (she was still crawling as she hadn't started to walk yet at this point), while he proceeded to empty the hot ashes into the metal bucket from the stove. I wouldn't have even known he had done so, except after he had finished with the ashes, he started to brush the dog, and put the shedded hair in the bucket of hot coals/ashes and it was displacing that horrible burnt hair smell into the entire house.
When I passed thru the living room (it is between the laundry room and the bedrooms) I very sweetly remarked that the smoldering ash bucket needed to be put outside with the Lil Pixie around, as things could happen so fast with a little one. Tragedies happen in the blink of an eye, and it was better to be safe than sorry, so I put the ash bucket outside on the front step (surrounded by snow).
I then continued on to the bedroom to continue folding the laundry. Coming back thru the living room, on my way back to the laundry room, I noticed the ash bucket was back on the ground, infront of the wood stove. I took a moment to stop and stare at the still smoking bucket, then at the Moron, then slowly made my way up the few stairs to the kitchen.
In this moment time stood still. In this moment our whole life together came to one point balancing precariously on the edge, and I was standing looking over it. I knew I had to make a decision, and I knew it would change my life forever...