When I got pregnant, I believed I had finally found my family—me, Seth, and our baby. But midway through my pregnancy, Seth left, claiming another woman was expecting his child—and that she had more to offer. I gave birth alone, named my daughter Lila, and held onto her like she was all I had.
One night, Seth came back—exhausted and holding a hungry baby boy. His new wife had left him, and he had nowhere to go. I told him he could come in only after writing a full confession. As I fed his son, I watched the man who abandoned me write down everything he’d done.
In that moment, feeding Reign, I realized how much I had grown. Seth made me grilled cheese while I rocked the baby he left me for. But he never once asked to see our daughter, Lila—who slept peacefully in her crib, surrounded by the love he never gave.
Weeks later, I received child support and began searching for a better home—something with warmth, light, and peace for Lila. We’re not just surviving anymore—we’re moving forward. And for the first time in a long time, I truly believe we’ll be more than okay.