On the morning of my H's BD, we went as a family to a Halloween event. D3 was dressed as a lion. H took a GREAT pic of me and D3 that day (on my request, of course). I look great, she is adorable and roaring.
Then, we came home, put her down for a nap, and he told me he was leaving.
I look at that picture often. I am smart, beautiful, a great mom, and self-aware and STRONG enough to change for the better. (because g-d knows it takes a heck of a lot of strength to dig deep and change). Shortly after, I posted that pic on FB (before I even found DB), with the caption, "You're gonna hear me roar". To those who didn't know what was going on, it was a cute pic of my D. But to those who knew what was happening, I imagine they realized the double meaning. I made a promise to myself that I would survive this and come out STRONGER than ever.
And you know what? I think I can finally say I have ROARED, and it's been heard. He is a fool to leave me. And that will be his cross to bear should that be the end result.
Because us mama lions? We are going to WIN this thing called life in the end. You got this, Maybell-Lion.
