Page 86 of Beautifully Broken
Epilogue
The last four months have been some of the hardest of my life. Facing my feelings about my mom and choices has been no picnic. The great thing is, I’ve been able to learn how to handle my emotions when I feel out of control.
That was tested the day Cheryl came for family therapy.
The best part of that therapy session, I could be honest with her about my emotions and how she affected me.
Unfortunately, she still had the same mindset and wouldn’t acknowledge that she had negatively impacted me.
Cheryl also wasn’t willing to continue family therapy to work on our relationship.
I wasn’t really surprised, but I was disappointed. There was a small shred of hope that maybe she would try to see things from my perspective. I should’ve known better. She is who she is and I can’t change her. This I’ve come to peace with.
While I don’t have a big support system, I do have Trevor.
True to his word, he’s kept in contact and has visited when allowed.
He’s my best friend and number one cheerleader.
He quit Your Dream Event the day I checked myself into the treatment facility and has become quite successful on his own doing portraits.
I feel much better about leaving the treatment center today because I have my therapy sessions booked, a job interview tomorrow, and I’m heading to meet Trevor to sign the lease for my new apartment.
Even though I’ve seen him and we’ve talked, I can’t help the butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I pull into the apartment complex and see his SUV. I park a few spots over and take a deep breath before getting out.
Trevor spots me and comes over, pulling me into his arms. “Sophia. I’ve missed you.” He drops a kiss on the top of my head.
I wrap my arms around him. “I missed you too. ”
We break apart, but Trevor keeps a hand on my back as we enter the apartment building and head to the leasing office.
It doesn’t take long for me to sign the lease and get keys. Trevor takes me to go shopping now that I know exactly what my place looks like.
A few hours later, he’s helping me bring in everything I bought into the apartment and offers to go grab us dinner.
Trevor leaves and I take in being on my own for the first time in my life. I have this sense of pride that I’ve never felt before. It’s a feeling I don’t want to lose.
Trevor comes back, not only with food, but with a large frame.
“What do you have there?” I ask, eyeing the backward facing frame.
He pulls back. “That is a housewarming present for you.”
I smile and shake my head. “You didn’t have to do that. Let’s go to the living room.”
Once in the living room, he stands in front of me.
He smiles. “Ready to see it?”
I nod. “Yes.”
Trevor turns it around, and I see a picture from the farm. Not just any picture, but my favorite. The one where he caught the sun on my face and a tear spilling from my eyes and I can’t help the gasp that leaves me.
“Trevor. This is beautiful. Thank you,” I tell him with tears in my eyes.
He leans the photo against the wall. “Do you love it?”
I nod, wrapping my arms around him. “I really do.”
Trevor rubs my back. “It’s my favorite. It shows how amazing you are. Strong, sensitive and beautiful.”
“I am all those things, aren’t I?” I say into his chest.
He steps back. “You are, and it’s why I like you so much. I know before you left, we had a date planned. Any chance we can schedule that now?”
I smile at him. “I’d like that.”
We make plans and Trevor helps me put together my big furniture before leaving.
Laying down on my bed for the first time and I can’t help but think how lucky I am. I’ll always have to work at not letting my emotions or anyone else control me. But I’m so happy that I have the chance to fight every day for the life I want to live.