When fate pushes us

Sometimes we prefer to ignore the signs and silence our intuition. That's how I moved to a place I hate and suppressed my anger, and tried really hard to pretend it was OK. Yet, fate found another way to push me in a different direction - men tried to break in in my home tonight. I was, of course, alone with my son. I will tell you that my laptop (lid closed) started playing music only ten minutes before I heard the noise downstairs. I am grateful for my angels protecting me and my child, for giving me the time to call 911 and collect myself enough to look after the little one while wondering what's going to happen if the door finally gives in. I'm also grateful to the policemen considering I'm alone with a toddler and coming super quickly. But at the end of the whole story, besides thanking to all my gods, faeries, spirits and so on, I finally have to realize next slap may be brutal. The choice is surely mine - wait and risk to see what will happen if I stay or grab my stuff and fly away. I think I must choose the second option. For my own sake and for the sake of my child. Sometimes it's so difficult to leave our past, isn't it? Even when it stinks.