🫶Rebuilding—Slowly, Imperfectly, and Honestly.✨
Nothing about where I am right now means I failed.
I’ve felt stuck for a long time—like life keeps moving and I’m standing still, trying to breathe through pain I can’t even fully explain. Still expected to show up. Still expected to smile. Still expected to “be happy.”
I did everything I was told a good mother does.
Bath time. Homework. Morning routines. Laundry. Cooking. Cleaning. Consistency. Sacrifice.
I put my children before everything—before myself, before rest, before identity.
I was married, but I raised them alone.
Because I didn’t work, I was told my life was supposed to belong to my husband and my kids. Slowly, that became isolation. Then control. Then verbal, emotional, and financial abuse—using my vulnerabilities and my family history against me.
When I finally left to save myself, somehow I became the unstable one.
Somehow the parent who stayed became the “stable” parent.
Somehow I became the non-custodial parent—paying child support.
I could scream, but what’s the point?
I gave over 10 years and three children, and now I’m being punished for choosing freedom. The system didn’t protect me. It didn’t see the full story. And that hurts in ways I’m still learning how to carry.
But I’m still here.
I’m trying to heal. I’m trying to rebuild what was taken from me. Some days that future feels so far away—but I know this part of my story isn’t the end.
If this resonates with you, please know you’re not alone.
And neither am I anymore. 🤍
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