Her best friends name is wild
It’s been ten years since my husband walked out because my cancer “wasn’t what he signed up for.” While fighting for my life with two little girls, I lost our home, our belongings, and discovered he was having an affair with my best friend. Rock bottom. Medical bills, no paid leave, no family support...just fear and silence. I truly didn’t know if I’d survive, but I knew I had to try.
This birthday weekend, I’ve reflected deeply, and I’m overwhelmed with gratitude. We made it. My girls are now incredible young women in college. I paid off his gambling debts, my medical bills, and I’ve bought two homes. I worked three, sometimes four, jobs to rebuild. Grit, private tears, and a reliable alarm clock got me up every morning. Prayer, faith, and love helped me sleep every night.
You won’t see this history on my sleeve. I don’t wear it. It shaped me, yes, but it made me stronger, wiser, and more grateful for the good things.