Yesterday I felt triggered, and I wanted to post a rant. But when I read it back, I realized I wasn’t grounded in my thoughts. So I paused. Today, looking at it, I know it came from a place that doesn’t need to be spoken out loud. With

He had even asked my friend to convince me not to have my son. Said I was too young. Played it as concern, but I knew the truth: he didn’t want a child with me. And yeah, I was young. But I wanted that baby. I wanted someone to

I met him when I was 15, and for the purpose of this blog and for privacy, I will call him “The Pathological Liar” — the man who would eventually become the father of my son. He was four years older: confident, persistent, smooth. And at the time, I didn’t