It's been a Year

It's been a year since you put my kids and me out on the streets, Rebekah. All because you started something you couldn’t handle. You forced me to open up about things I’d buried for years, promising you’d be there to help me deal with it. Instead of encouraging me to seek therapy with a professional, all you did was create more trauma for me and my kids to heal from.

You’ve blamed me for everything, taking no accountability for your actions. You knew about my struggles. My reactions were textbook for someone dealing with unresolved issues, yet you never cared enough to guide me toward proper help. I was never shown the right way to handle things, so how could you blame me for doing things "wrong"?

Then there’s the mess you left my boys’ and my belongings in when you shoved everything into storage. Things were missing, broken, and irreplaceable items destroyed. It just shows the lack of care you’ve always had for us.

Well, I’m not that doormat anymore. Expect the lawsuit once I’ve gone through the rest of the boxes and fully assessed the damage you caused. I won’t let this go.