Daniel hadn’t just left me.
He had run away to another country with another woman.
I spent weeks in a daze after learning where my husband was. I was unable to eat, sleep, or function properly.
And the worst part was that I blamed myself for everything. Was I not enough?
Did I do something wrong? Why did he leave us like this?
But when I finally gathered the courage to face the truth, I realized it had nothing to do with me. He was the one who was selfish.
The one who betrayed our family.
And I refused to let his betrayal define me.
Soon, I threw myself into work, determined to give Jeremy the best life possible. My mother looked after Jeremy while I juggled my job.
Slowly, the pain faded, and I started finding happiness in small moments. I found myself laughing at Jeremy’s giggles and adoring the way he called me “Mommy.”
Then I met Sam.Continue reading…