relationship with before his diagnosis. The worst part ever about it all was that he was saying to her how terrible I was and how he couldn’t wait to get better so that he could get rid of me. It felt like a complete humiliation. I tried to make sense of it, but the truth was undeniable. As the mother of his child, I never imagined he’d want to hurt me—the one person caring for him and our daughter since he’s unable to. He’s deceitful, heartless. I’m still healing while raising our child. When he felt things were getting tough,
he had family take him away.Some days, it’s still overwhelming. It’s only been months, and I’m still adjusting. Trust is difficult. I spent half my life with him, built a family, only to realize I never truly knew him.