A WAHM Writes

when i meet love again, i hope i’ll be enough. i hope it chooses me without wanting to change me. i hope i'm exactly what it’s looking for. and if it finds out i'm a work-in-progress and a little damaged, i hope it still sees me as someone worth staying with. when i meet love again, i hope it's clear. i hope it shows up as love, not sadness in disguise or just temporary happiness posing as romance. i hope it knows that loving me means having me on my best days and also my boring, weak, and unlovable days. when i meet love again, i hope it meets me halfway. i hope it’s excited to be loved right, just as it wants to love me right. i hope it’s the one that will happily reciprocate my energy, learn my habits and languages, and go the extra mile to show me what i deserve. and finally, when i meet love again, i hope this time it’s meant to last

august 2023 was a turning point. it was the month that everything fell apart, and yet somehow, it’s the month that set me on a path toward something unexpected—something that feels like freedom. when my husband left, it was like a storm hit my life. the pain was real, raw, and I cried for a month straight. there were days I felt like I couldn’t breathe, let alone move forward. but in the quiet of my grief, I found the strength to rebuild. I prayed, whispered my hopes into the stillness, and something amazing happened: I found a job at an amazing company. it’s everything I’d wanted—a night shift, so I can still be there for my daughter during the day. it pays well, gives me the balance I need, and feels like the universe heard my prayers. I got a new car—something that feels like a symbol of the new life I’m carving. every morning, I drive my daughter to school, and every afternoon, I’m there to pick her up. I cherish these moments with her, watching her grow and knowing I’m present for...