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own bedrooms to change. Good job Izzy, I scolded myself, ball your clothes up so they’re all crumpled. I bet that’s exactly what HE would say. Begrudgingly, I put my crumpled clothes back on and met Melanie outside my door. She laughed. “Reminds me of the old days after a long night of partying and running out for grease to calm our stomachs!” She shook her head and waved her hand for me to follow her. “Come on, I think I have jeans and a shirt you can wear that aren’t so wrinkled!” I followed her and changed into what she gave me. Thankful they fit, a bit loose, but still better than dirty and crumpled clothes.
    Our first stop was to buy a new cell phone. One HE couldn’t track. Which brought me back to wonder if HE was even looking for me? Had HE already found someone else?
    “Izzy, Izzy…hellooooo??” I heard Melanie sing. “Are you in there? Do you like this one or this one?”
    I replied, “You pick, it doesn’t matter to me.”
    Melanie sighed. “No, you’re going to pick. This is YOUR choice and your first choice to take back your life. Whatever HE did to you, he no longer controls your choices. It’s time for you to make them yourself.”
    Wow. I hadn’t even thought that’s what I had done, but I think she was right. I did just pass off a choice because I never had to make decisions for myself while with HIM. “Umm, I’ll go for the red one. Has some spunk to it and that’s what I need right now.” Melanie smiled excitedly. I chose out a card for minutes and went to purchase my non-traceable phone.
    We left the phone store and set on our mission for my new wardrobe. We had so much fun trying on silly clothes and goofing around. I purchased most of the basics and then some additional extravagant items, just for fun.
    We sat down for lunch at a nearby restaurant with all of our shopping bags. I stared at the menu to figure out all my options. Usually my lunch was decided for me and it was made to guarantee that my body would not have an ounce of fat on it; that coupled with my daily personal training sessions with Mark.
    All of a sudden panic set in. My chest tightened, I felt my breathing increase and tears filled my eyes.
    Melanie’s eyes shot up to me and she rushed to my side, shouting to the waitress that we needed ice water. “Breathe, Izzy, deep breath. Close your eyes and think of cute puppies…golden retrievers, ones that are soft and cozy and with a big red bow.” She kept going on about a stupid red bow and something about Christmas morning, but I was trying to focus on breathing to the point I had to laugh about the stupid puppy vision she made me think of.
    “Are you okay now? Better? Here, drink this.” The ice water was brought quickly and the waitress gave me a look of sympathy (what is it with me and waitresses feeling sympathy towards me?)
    “Thank you,” I softly said to both of them. The waitress went on her way and Melanie gave me a dubious look, not believing that I felt alright.
    “Want to talk about it?” She asked softly.
    I shrugged and said, “Not much to talk about. I just freaked out I guess.”
    “Umm, you freaked out looking at a menu. Are you sure you don’t want to talk?” Melanie asked.
    Her look told me I should at least tell her a little bit, but I was still leery of going for the full story. “I, uh, I just wasn’t sure what I wanted to order. That’s all. I haven’t had to do it in a while,” I said sheepishly.
    Melanie quirked her eyebrow as she asked, “You what? What do you mean you haven’t had to order? It’s lunch. You didn’t even get to order your own food?”
    I took a deep breath and exhaled. “HE…” I started out slowly, “wanted to make sure I was in good shape all the time. So my meals were tailored to make sure of that.” There, I said it. That felt good to get that out. It was almost like a small weight was lifted, but there was still so much more to be told.
    Shocked and almost skeptical, Melanie started to