You Will Find Love Again

Sometimes it happens. Out of no where… You just fall in love. I never thought I would love again. But I did and I’m so glad I did. Eight months ago I was in the worst position possible. My children’s father was doing anything possible to get high. DSS was called.

I went from from hiding my kids in a closet to comfortably sleeping with them in a bed. I met the love of my life 6 months ago. It was my brothers friend. He turned into my best friend. I would do absolutely anything for him.

8 months ago I was living four hours away. Trapped in a situation I never believed I would be in. Four hours away from my whole family and all my friends. I had no one besides my kids. I was living with their father but I was still all alone. I was the only one providing. I would go on grocery trips alone with three kids, doctors appointments, and I was the only one who would take them to do anything.

It just wasn’t fair to me to be with a man who did absolutely nothing. I was never physically abused but I was definitely in some emotional torture. One morning I came to the realization that he always hid his pants from from the night before tucked under the bed. So I decided to pull out his pants pockets to see what he was hiding. A big bag of white powder. It looked like glass. I did some research on the internet and sure enough he had like 300 dollars worth of methamphetamine. We got kicked out of the house we were living in and moved in with his friend. Not even three weeks later DSS was knocking on our door. I was so afraid I told all the kids to get in the closet and we pretended we were not there.

The next few days of my life I lived in pure fear. I was completely sober its not ok for my kids to get taken from me when Im doing everything in my power to make sure my kids were safe, they were always fed and taken care of. I would be devastated even spending one day away from my kids. What if they got taken away? They would be traumatized. I would be traumatized. Four days later I made the call.. I had my aunt come pick us up and I haven’t been back since. A few days later I got a call from a correctional facility, he had been locked up.

On the way back to my hometown, I was so hurt. I kept thinking how much I was going to miss him, how much my kids were going to miss him. How heart broken they were going to be to no longer have their father in their lives. I kept thinking who would ever want a single mother with three kids.

We got home, got settled and life did move on even though I didn’t think it would. One day my brother and cousin and sister in law kept trying to get me to hang on with this guy that they knew really well. I had never met him, so I kept brushing it off. I didn’t want to meet someone and fall for someone who would just leave me or feel like my kids were a burden. I was starting to feel so lonely. The kids were driving me mad. My mom agreed to keep the kids one night so I could go out for the night and relax, just take a break.

I ended up at my brothers house with my brother and sister in law and a few friends. The guy that they had been trying to get me to hang out with had texted and asked what I was up to. Everyone kept telling me to just let him come over. Of course I said no. Then started thinking, why not? Maybe nothing would ever come of it, he would be the first guy I hung out with since leaving. Who cares if nothing came of it Id be ok, but I was just so nervous After a couple glasses of wine, to chill my nerve LOL I decided to text back. I told him where I was and asked if he wanted to hang out. It took him a few minutes to respond and my heart was pounding! He responded with, “I’m on the way.” I instantly regretted telling him to come over because I was so afraid and nervous.

When he texted me and asked me for the gate code I knew this was real. I was about to hang out with someone else for the first time in 6 years. I was so overwhelmed I locked myself in the room with the cat hahah! Took me about fifteen minutes to come out that room. I was so shy and my heart was beating in over drive. He was so smiley! So cute and oh so sweet. I was sure it was a front. He asked me to ride to the gas station with him so I did and we talked. We shared our first kiss that night! I will remember that kiss for the rest of my life. He was unlike any one I had ever met. But I was still sure it was just a front.

We went on a few dates after that night. He was so much fun, so kind, the type to open the door! Never had I met a guy to open the door for me. I started to fall, and fall hard. 6 months later this guy is my best friend. He is for sure the love of my life. The way he treats my kids is absolutely amazing. He takes us places, he buys them things, I get roses and least twice a month. He would never let us go without. I watched him dance with my kids at a wedding the other day, it was absolutely breath taking.

I know there are probably plenty of single mothers out there afraid to take a chance, afraid to love again, afraid to find them selves heart broken over and over again. Please, please don’t stay bottled up in your emotions. It may not work out the first time, or the second, or the tenth, but there are good men out there, I have one. My kids didn’t deserve the lives they use to live and neither did I. We deserve the life we are living now. No more hiding in closets, no more asking why Daddy dont love us. Now we have unconditional love!

He will never know how thankful I am for him. He will never know how happy I am he walked into our lives. He will never know how much I love him. Thank you. Thank you for everything. Thank you for being my best friend and the best father to our kids.

To My Daughter In Heaven

The day I found out about you was one of the most emotional days of my life. I was so young. And you were so unexpected.

I was caught up in the wrong world with the wrong boy. My head was in the clouds and there was no bringing me down.. or so I thought.

The following weeks I was faced with sickness, extreme morning sickness. Even the thought of you didn’t seem to change my young dumb ways. I was addicted to the thought of you but something had me more addicted.

That evil white powder that ruined all our lives. It was killing us all slowly and we didn’t do nothing to stop it. We did nothing to save you. And when I see you again no words could possibly be said to right my wrongs..

I was 20 weeks when I found out you were a girl. I was so excited. I imagined my future and giving birth to my best friend. I imagined tucking her in at night and crying her first day of kindergarten. I imagined being at her big beautiful wedding and getting to watch her marry the love of her life. But two weeks later I found out I will never get to do any of those things.

Placental abruption is what they called it. When the placenta detaches from the wall and usually heavy bleeding occurs. I sat down to use the bathroom around noon on September 15th. Instead of my usual flow of urination I was met with bright red blood and instantly I knew something wasn’t right. I cried my whole way to the hospital. My heart already knew what the doctors confirmed later that night. I was going to loose you. But no one but us knew it was all my fault.

You see in the state of South Carolina if your baby is born premature before 24 weeks they will not try to resuscitate. I was 22 weeks exactly. Only 14 days away. Only 14 days.. 2 weeks. 2 more weeks and we may have been able to save you. Oh what a cruel and fucked up world we live in if someone can watch a baby die. Not just any baby. My baby. My beautiful Angel baby.

Within the next week I went from anticipating my daughters birth to planning her funeral. It didn’t just break my heart. It broke your grandma and grandpas heart. It broke your uncle’s heart oh how they were so ready to be uncles for the first time. We buried you and life went on, even though I just knew it wouldn’t. It’s crazy when someone dies and are buried. All that’s left to speak to is a cold lonely headstone. Everything continues just the way it used to. But not my heart. My heart never healed.

Who do I blame? Myself. I blame myself every single day. If I wouldn’t have been so childish and so stupid maybe you would have had a chance. But you didn’t. And this time there were no second chances.. I just hope it didn’t hurt. Falling asleep with a nice warm baby and waking up with a cold pale bundle is something you will never forget. Sometimes I wish I could. Maybe if I could just forget every thing it wouldn’t hurt as bad. How could I choose drugs over my unborn child? I guess the way an alcoholic chooses the bottle or a junkie chooses the pipe or a needle.. I’m so sorry I’ll never be able to apologize enough. I sit here every single day thinking of you.

Sometimes I’m ok. But most days I am not. It hurts knowing you ended someones life when it could have been saved. It’s a hard pill to swallow. But I re-swallow it every single day.

Hopefully you would be proud of me. If you can see me. If you were here you would have two sisters. After I left your father in order to get my life back on track, I changed. I changed a lot and it was a good change. I stopped doing drugs and I stopped drinking. And I haven’t returned. I haven’t gone back to that no matter how tempting. I stay at home everyday and make sure your sisters are taken care of and loved. Oh how I wish I could see what you would be like playing with them today. The day will come when they ask about “that baby’s” picture on the wall. “Who is she mommy?” They will ask. And I will tell them even though it will hurt. You lived. You did exist. So they will know and i bet they will love and miss you as much as I do.

If you’re stuck right now. If you’re battling any type of addiction please reach out for help. Because there is help. Someone somewhere cares about you or at least you’re well being. Don’t be like me. Don’t let drugs take your heart. Or your mind. And defiantly don’t let it take your children. You Will regret it. You’ll regret it every single day. Don’t be like me. Don’t bury your baby if you don’t have too.

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The Pain Of Letting Go

It hurts, you know? Having to let go. So many memories and smiles but now its just pain and sorrow. I find myself wanting to pick up the phone, desperately needing to hear your voice. But, I know it will only hurt worse in the end. It’s not fair. It’s just not fair.

I remember begging you everyday to give me just a few minutes of your time but you were always too busy. I felt like nothing I ever did was enough, I know now it was enough. You just didn’t want to be loved and you didn’t notice how far I would go to make you happy.

I know you would take me back now if I would just let you. And sometimes, I’m not going to lie, I just want to come running back. But why put myself through the same hell all over again just to be met with the same outcome.

I hope you’re happy now. I would never wish the pain I’m feeling on you. I hope you found someone who you finally give your time to. I hope you found someone that you won’t lie to like you always lied to me. And I also hope you don’t destroy her like you destroyed me. I will always be here for you no matter what just not in the same way.

Maybe it was the drugs that screwed you up or maybe you just didn’t feel the same I did. You would think after six years we’d be married and living our happy ever after but thats just not the case. I hope you get better and can defeat this addiction before it defeats you. I worry every night we are going to get the call that you were found on the bathroom floor with no heartbeat. I couldn’t imagine burying the one i spent the most time with.

I really don’t know why I am spilling my heart out on paper. Maybe thats what I need for the pages to hear my words that I won’t dare speak to anyone else. You say I was the one in the wrong that I left you and it’s all my fault. It’s not my fault. Its not my fault for no longer wanting to get my heart broken everyday. It’s not my fault that I no longer want to cry. It is my fault for dealing with it for so many years and believing it will finally get better. It is my fault for allowing myself to suffer and not doing anything about it.

No matter how bad it hurts now, no matter how fresh the wound it will get better. There will come a time I no longer miss you. There will come a time where I go days or even weeks without thinking about you. There will come a time I no longer yearn to be in your presence. I will get over this. I’ll make it through this dark, lonely, sad time. There will come a time I meet someone new, even though I can’t even imagine being with anyone else right now. But my time will come and I will be happy again. Until then I hope you know you destroyed me. I will never forgive you…

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