Rough draft/my pregnancy story/I'm still healing but to write this much makes me happy that I actually could without crying.
I'm 36 in October of 2021. One week before I found out about the pregnancy my husband asked for a divorce. Meth had ravaged our lives and made me hate who he had become even more than the 3 years I fought in everyway to help him find recovery. All I knew was this baby was meant to be here. I went to shelters and programs, I went from having everything going for me to being like a baby myself, but dropped kicked out into the wilderness. I was so codependent I had never even taken the trash out before. He was all I knew since I was 19. I have 2 sons grown and I never imagined I'd start over, especially not a single mom. I was at my bottom, I had prenatal depression on severe levels. I was hospitalized twice. I just couldn't get out of bed I had fought so hard for all those years I needed someone to fight for me. Instead everyone walked out (other than my mom) even my own father. My husband was convincing my family I needed to be committed to a hospital to hide the abuse I pu...