What I Missed Most Was the Family

It wasn’t him I missed.
It was the way we were a family.

The birthdays. The routines. The belonging.

When that breaks, it echoes. Through the children. Through the silence. Through time.

Truth hurts.
But silence?
That’s what breaks people.

We need to say what’s real.
We need to stop pretending infidelity or abandonment is just “how it goes.”
Because every breakup begins long before the door closes.
And healing starts with a real conversation.

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🌱 Still Growing

No woman should build their joy on another woman’s heartbreak.
We can do better — for each other, and for ourselves.