It was ironic considering the message that was on them.
I hadn’t wanted them; he’d insisted on buying them for me.
I’d worn them once but couldn’t bring myself to put them on again. Instead, I’d pushed them to the back of my drawer, hidden amongst my underwear. I didn’t want to see them ever again. They were a reminder that he’d held me prisoner in all ways other than physically: mentally, emotionally, spiritually. I’d felt as though I was drowning.
But I’d cast them off and now I was free to do what I wanted.