It broke me and let me breathe at the same time

Long story short, had a blow out with dad yesterday...they took off to go into town, I hopped in the shower, called grandma, threw some clothes in a laundry basket, some toothpaste, some facial stuff, and walked out leaving a note saying I'd be gone for a few days. I had more than enough time to think and decide I'm not going back. I can thank Jennifer for that. Jennifer as in my old boss from work. She's been there for me through EVERYthing and I went into her office telling her what's goin on, hoping to come out of there with less confusion and undecided conclusions. I did what I had to do and it was bound to happen eventually. I had been acting the way they wanted me to act, to make things more peaceful for me while I was at home. I should have never done that to begin with as I told myself once upon a time that I would never compromise myself to give someone else a better picture or whatever. The blow out was all I wanted to deal with and I was out like that. I told mom I will be back and forth for a while just taking more and more of my things. I am going to get a small storage unit to keep my things in that I don't need right now, until I get my own place. At the moment I am staying with Grandma Krause and Uncle Kerry and his kids. I will probably stay here for a couple of weeks and then stay with Stephanie for a little while. That will be good for both of us. She will need a little help with rent at first until she can get a second job, and I need a place to stay, with someone who will let me do my thing and have a good time with each other in the process. I know a lot of people will think I am being foolish and impulsive and irresponsible, but I can't tell you the last time I felt so good. I don't have my own space right now, but if I go back home to stay there again, I won't leave for a long time and I can't do that. I have to take this opportunity to let go and get on my own feet again and take care of myself again. I can do that better now than I could at home and I can truly say that I am happy. For the first time in nearly seven years, I am truly, deeply happy about my life. I have a full time job, a car that will do until I really can't stand it anymore, and insurance in the works...I have people who love me a new set of wings to fly with the wind. I'm peaceful, I'm breathing again (which is the single most important thing I have really needed for so long), and I'm so so happy. So please don't judge, and don't criticize, or call me irresponsible and foolish, or that I'm not acting adult. I very much am. I made the decision I should have made a long time ago and it took me walking out to see it clearly. Bobby may be comin over later this week one day after work to sit in Uncle Kerry's hot tub with me, and I just got a new suit today...I finally FINALLY found the black top I've pictured, and it fits me (those who know my issues on the top half are probably understanding why it's hard for me to find tops that fit, they seem to all be made for mosquito bites)...and this weekend Bobby is having another bonfire and I'm the first to be invited. It will be fun! I've been free for just over one full day and I already have a social life again! I'm reenergized and eager and ready for whatever shit God chucks at me. I've survived damn near everything by now...and if I haven't, I know that I can. So bring it on. I'm the happiest girl in the world.