I thought once I moved to North Carolina to be with FC, everything would easier. Better. Instead, my anxiety is out of control, FC's past haunts us both, and being in a relationship with him isn't as seamless as I thought it would be. But my soul constantly reminds me that FC and I are meant to be together and I don't plan to give up on us. It took fourteen years for us to be together; I'm not about to let anything tear us apart.
I'm still a guy with problems. Admittedly, better problems than those I had in the past. Idaline is here and we're adjusting to our new life together with my son, Sawyer. Nothing ever comes easy for me, so it's no surprise things aren't going as smoothly as they ought to. That's not the worst thing, though. My nightmare has returned, threatening to eliminate my precious light and swallow me whole with darkness. I've come so far and I'm not planning to go back. Unfortunately, like most things in my life, things will get worse before they get better.