Chapter One
The Mirror
Day 1
12:23 a.m.

Here I stand in front of my mirror for the first time in a very long time. I was more nervous than a hooker in a church house. I was bold enough to face everyone but myself. I gave my all for this asshole I once called my strong black man. I relied on him like he was my favorite drug. I guess I have to check into rehabilitation so I can win myself off of him. I shouldn’t be defined as the poor excuse as a black woman. It’s going to take a miracle for me to realize that I don’t need love to love me. I don’t want to smoke on these cigarettes no more. I may not have enough self esteem, but I’ve recognized that when he up and left; I didn’t know how to follow. They want...