When this week began I had no idea as what I might be writing following the last day of the work week. Would it be triumph or tragedy?
Well, I think it has been neither which is the best possible outcome.
As I posted on Monday I had reached a point where I had to be myself at work, so the previous Thursday I spoke to my supervisors and received their full support. I decided to wait until the beginning of the new week. It seemed to make the most sense, a new week – a new beginning.
Sunday night came and though I was nervous, no one caused a scene. I’m sure there were some raised eyebrows but I didn’t notice. I had walked into that building for the first time in nearly twenty years a free woman.