My son’s birthday just past and in the middle of the celebration I realized how I’ve been living the last 5 years. My son turned 7 but when he was 2 my husband cheated on me, probably not the first time, but the first time he was caught. Everything I thought I knew was gone in an instant and I was left there…crumbling. Every inch of me hurt. I hurt for my children, I hurt for myself, I hurt from the rejection, and I hurt because the one person I let in and trusted, betrayed me in the rawest, cruelest way possible. Ever since that day I’ve been crawling out of the sink hole that sucked me down. Everyday o linger somewhere between broken & defeated and happy and determined. Every day I fight weakness and claim strength. Everyday I feel the doubt creeping up and I run from it. Everyday.
Everyday I feel ugly but tell myself I’m not.
Everyday I feel not good enough but I know that I am.
Everyday I battle.
One day I will win.