Maybe it really was all for a reason

I had a pretty shitty childhood growing up - all sorts of abuse. Emotional, physical, sexual, mental..........I mean, you name it, I endured it. But then I moved halfway across the country and suddenly everything was ok. I moved away from all the abuse, I met my friends, and I met my husband. I love him more than I ever thought possible - I mean, isn't this sort of love relegated to movies? And so, in spite of all the shit, my life turned out so good. I only wish everyone was so lucky.