The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I feel stupid even putting pen to paper with this, but it’s the only way to let it out.

My birthday’s on Thursday. And while I’m grateful for health and longevity, a part of me still quietly wishes for something else—his acknowledgment. Just a sign that he knows I’m still here. Still breathing and still becoming.

I know it’s wrong to wish for that. He’s moved on. His life looks more prosperous, more peaceful. And I’ve accepted that. But sometimes, the impossible still tugs at me. I can’t help it. I own it.

There will be moments—glitches—when he creeps into my thoughts, even after all the progress I’ve made. Therapy has helped me realize I needed support, especially with communication. And letting him go wasn’t just an ending—it was the beginning of me finding the new version of myself.

So yes, I’ll have echoes of my old life. But my new life? It’s richer. Because now I understand who I am as a woman, what I desire, and what I deserve.

By: Ms Butterfly Genesis