I can't believe it's already 1 year since dday. I used to be called VeryHurtBroken but now I'm BrighterFuture. I'm not where I need to be, but I'm better than what I used to be emotionally.
I was 10 weeks pregnant on dday. Now I have a 5 month old daughter and my son is 2.
I'm still in school working towards my Master's in Health Science.
I made new friends who supported me during my pregnancy, delivery and afterwards.
I have my children with me, the greatest gifts.
A liar and a cheater.
Has no love, no family, and moved out of state because he claims his job ended and he couldn't find work.
Probably not with the OW. Did I mention that he moved out of state?
Asked me to claim our son on his taxes. He claims to be broke. I said no! "he didn't live with you. And I do not care. Those are your choices. Live with them."
I foresee an even brighter future for me and my children. I never wanted to be a single mother, but I'm strong enough to handle the challenges life throws at me.
[This message edited by BrighterFuture at 9:49 PM, February 24th (Monday)]
D-day:2/24/13 (I was 10 weeks pregnant at the time and DS was 15 months)
Status: Parted ways!
"If only I can fight just a little longer, I know it's gonna make me stronger" Jamie Grace-Holding on.