Lamin Life
In the days following the discovery of my ex-husband's infidelity, I felt like I was holding shattered pieces of myself, unsure if I'd ever put them back together. Every morning , I reminded myself that tomorrow would be better, even as I shouldered the weight of a broken heart and the relentless demands of life as a single mother. I woke up each day, poured every ounce of strength into providing for my family, and tried to believe in a future I could barely imagine.
For 26 years, I had accepted the bare minimum, telling myself it was enough just to keep the family together. I had been the one sacrificing, the one putting myself last, and the one silently enduring. And even though I was the one living this marriage, it became clear that others saw what I had tried so hard to deny. Friends, family-even strangers-could see how I was being taken advantage of, yet I couldn't see it. I had grown so accustomed to neglect that I convinced myself I was being strong.
Maybe it was because i'd never known what it was like to have a father figure; the idea of "keeping a family together" was the closest thing I could grasp to stability. I thought my efforts would pay off, but in the end, I paid the price. I was emotionally bankrupt. But even then, in the depth of my brokenness, I felt a stirring, a whisper of hope that this wasn't the end.
I believed God has a better plan for me. And as hard as it was, I started to realize that this heartbreak, this brokenness, was a beginning-a chance to discover who I was without the weight of my past dragging me down. I didn't know where to start, but I knew that healing had to be my choice.
