Four Months

In four months I lost my husband, my best friend, my parenting partner, and my soul mate. I have been betrayed, lied to, let down, and humiliated.

I have also gained new friendships, saw the light, found faith, found strength, and grown closer to my children. I have seen the bottom and rose above it.

It is not easy, in fact it is hard as hell. I still cry daily and relive the past over and over. I wonder if we ever cross your mind. But in spite of all the emotions, I move forward. I take care of our children. I work full time. I teach the boys about God and love. I am PRESENT!

And now, when faced with the fact that my daughter (yes she is mine. You donated sperm. You have yet to ask about her, acknowledge her, or ask to feel her move. She is mine) may suffer from birth defects whether mild or severe, and still I press forward. I take care of business. I take care of our children with a smile on my face. And I am doing a damn good job.

So live in sin and fear. Drink away your sorrow. Smoke pot to the numb the pain. Not that you care, but we are doing great without you. We will continue to do so.
"For my will is as strong as yours and my kingdom as great. You have no power over me."