n 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.