Tonight I learned that my kids can break my heart into millions of pieces. Except I don't know the first step to putting it to back together because my girls are the reason I breathe.
My girls are the reason I divorced their dad. I didn't want them to think that an unhappy family was normal. I didn't want them to think it was okay to stay where a woman was not loved.
Now, I face the fact that my sacrifices. My love isn't enough. I can't compete with a step-mommy and daddy who make a complete family.
It's just me. I'm it. I just wish I was enough. But, reality is kids want a family. A mommy. A daddy. Both. I can't give them that.