Mother always said the cure was worth the remedy, but I'm not so sure. Two thousand miles from home, they all said it'd be worth it. It sure felt painful but I suppose that meant it was working. This exorcism of spirit, this chance at a new life, a new home, a new job -- without him. I kept thinking it doesn't have to be this way, that there were other possibilities. But just because your heart is broken, does it mean you have to leave the rest of it behind? I'm not sure I wanted to rip the bandaid off.
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