Oh The Humanity!

The heartbreak was unbearable not just because of my own but watching my children be thrown away like trash was unspeakable.

What I later learned is that Michael lied to everyone about how this all went down. First he claimed I forcefully moved myself into the house but then he claimed he had to evict me and hire movers to move me out……. smh.

I tried to reason with him when he demanded I move myself and my four children out just a few days after the breakup. Days…. not weeks. I had more furniture than I could move on my own not to mention my poor daughter would have to change schools just weeks after school started and my older two needed different buses. Then there’s my youngest who is on the autism spectrum and I knew the transition would be tough for her.

He was cold and uncaring. These kids loved him for two years and he couldn’t care less about transitioning them with any kind of ease. So I fought. I fought for myself. I fought for them and managed to get two and a half weeks to get it all done. It was surreal to deal with it all. I felt so worthless. I felt like such a failure. I thought about ending my own life but I love my kids too much to hurt them like that.

So I sucked it up and started packing. I started preparing my house. Then Michael came and helped me move. We hugged when he put my last box in the garage and I thought we were being pretty mature about it all.

Little did I know that he was spinning lies behind my back to make me look like someone he had to force out. I can’t think of a time that I’ve been treated with so little humanity…. well except for what would come at me in December. I’ll get to that.