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I’m done with Facebook for today. 😭

I just posted this on my reels, for those that don’t see it, Im so broken.. 

It hit me like a ton of bricks.. I ache to know what this love is, this is one of those “as the world paints” mothers that not all children get.. & are left as empty shells wondering why they were never enough… & unfortunately I am one of those children who feels that emptiness & often wonders why I don’t deserve this kind of love.. 💔 

I am the mom I am today because I don’t want my children to ever feel this emptiness, or ever question their self worth, but I often have to remind myself to keep breathing; & some days are just really dark.. 

& sadly my nightmares are much welcomed over being awake facing real life monsters & the reality that I live, everyday, including my family being threatened with body bags, I was told I killed my child & my dad, while my mother drove off and left me & then she sat with this scum in court as he attacked me mentally in the court room… but I’m sure she will be the biggest supporter of his campaign again… & lie about it the whole time just like last time…..
—while her daughter is dying… 

-this stuff doesn’t just go away.. 

PTSD, triggers & reminders are a constant wave, leaving me fighting & gasping for my next breath… just like I did all alone, in her front yard…. As she drove away with him & left me…

……remember that as you vote.. 

 ………Integrity.








 

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