We've (Sorta) made it

We're still together.
I know there's a of of excuses I have to come up with, at this moment. That I couldn't live without him (I could.) It's my religion (partially... in a sense the whole reason.) I couldn't pull it off (I could, and nearly did.) I know I should say something to sum this all up. make a pretty picture out of it all to make it all make sense.
But I'm not.
I'm simply saying we're here. I'm here. We're happy. I'm happy. I hope you're happy. Because I know in the end, that's all I owe the world. I know in the end, the world wanted me to either shut it or do something about my unhappiness. And, (lets face it) it was easiest for us all to pin in on him. 'Cept it was me. And I know what I did. And what I did wasn't exactly right. I listened to a whole hell of a lot of people who weren't me. I don't blame anyone or am mad. I'll just do what I know is right. And honestly, what was right, is for me to stay with him. And what is also right, was for me to finally realize that life is just that, a series of right decisions.
But oh how I'll be gone if harm ever comes my way.

I Realize Now I was Brave

I realize now I was brave. I didn't always know this. I didn't always realize this. I left my home town. I left for school. I left for good. I didn't look back. I worked hard. I excelled. I did all I could. I went to Hawaii and back. I worked and worked and worked and worked. And I don't regret that I worked. I don't regret that working became my way of living. The way I breathed.
I didn't realize always what a brave spirit I had. That I could have just laid it in the laps of my parents. Left the living of my life to them. Let them control me 'til their demise. Lapped up into the shores of a mans misery and abuse and called that status qua. Called that just Tuesday.
I realize now that I was brave.