QUOTE : Until finally, something unforeseen occurs. We stop making excuses for the inexcusable. And when that happens, we gain power over that person. Over that hurt. It can start out as a slow burn. An aching sigh. A flicker of some long-forgotten hope you had previously thrown out like the useless, cluttered trash it was. Eventually that slow burn smolders, growing, absorbing oxygen and energy and blood and sweat and tears and pain, until it becomes a brush fire. Wild and uncontrollable. A real motherfucker to contain and put out. That’s the moment of freedom.