You walked back into my life and instantly it was like all the missing pieces instantly came together. I had this empty place in my heart that has been there since you walked out. It was healed.
But not even 24 hours later, you said you regretted it. I felt each little piece of me drift away, disintegrate before my eyes yet again. 9 months after you walked out…you walked in just to turn back around again.
No one deserves that. But you are my past. It’s the first day of 2020 and you may have just ruined it. But I won’t let you ruin this year. Not like you did last year.
This year is about me.
I will lose those last few KG, I will eat clean and I will pass my nursing with flying colours.
And you will be left behind, and I don’t want to talk to you. Or hear your voice.
We have a baby together, but that doesn’t mean family. You are not my family because family wouldn’t destroy each other like that.
So thanks for making me a fighter, and thanks for showing me that I will not let you make me fall apart and ruin a brand new start for me.
Hello 2020. New beginnings. New Memories. New Blogs. New life.