When I married George, a widower with two young kids, I thought I had found my happily ever after. But eight years later, everything fell apart for me.
George changed when I found out I was pregnant with our second child. He stopped talking to her and put work and “friends” ahead of family. He told me not to talk about the problems when I tried to do so.
George told me I wasn’t even half the mom his late wife was and that he wished I had died instead. That was the last blow. I was broken by what he said, but I refused to break.
I packed our bags and left with more resolve than ever. I told my friend Rosie what was going on while I took the kids to her house. Then I went to George’s office and told him I wanted full custody.
The court case was hard, but George’s bad behaviour from before came back to haunt him. The people who worked with him testified against him and said he was selfish and only cared about himself.
The judge gave me full custody and let George visit with supervision. Yet, there was still more bad news. Linda, George’s pregnant lover, showed up at my door, exposing his web of lies.
In a surprise turn of events, Linda and I joined forces to expose George’s lies. He lost his job, his name, and the power to decide what we did.
After months, having my kids by my side has made me strong. There is still George’s ghost in my house, but I keep going because I love my kids and want to keep them safe.
My story is about how strong I am and how a mother’s heart can’t be broken. George tried to break me, but I got back up, stronger and more driven than ever.
When I see my kids’ happy faces, I know I made the right choice. Their happiness means the world to me, and I will always fight for it, no matter what.
Through my journey, I’ve learnt that the worst times can sometimes lead to the best successes. I’m thankful for that.
