This is the daily routine of my five years existence as a woman. When I got separated—which has never been an easy task for me being the mom, dad, and the nanny and an employee all in one person—all responsibilities rolled up in one sleeve, and worst of all, I have no choice but be strong and do what fate has asked me to be.
Rationally, I consider the break up not as a disaster, but rather a blessing in disguise. Since that day, my daughter and me live alone and I face life by myself with all the responsibilities laid upon me and I have no one to run to for security and assistance, moral support and care. In moments I feel lost and troubled by so much pain and hardships, I realized that I am a woman of worth, of purpose, of sense. Although maybe I failed as a wife, I strive to be my best and hope that I won’t fail as a mom. No matter how much hurt I have, no matter the inevitable shame I brace after being left standing in the rain, here I am still standing, fighting back the adversities whether the sun rise in the morning, or the rain comes in dark cloudy skies. I moved on with life with a proud look and a brave heart.
The pain, struggle to survive and the bitterness of it all, the burden that life has laid upon my shoulder has taught me to become strong, as I never was in my entire life and has made me become what I am today. I never thought I could walk through the journey with no one to run for solace and comfort but the haven of my own self, my daughter who painted me smiles when I frown and shed my tears when I cry.
As a single mom, we must be proud still. We might not be perfect in the eyes of the person who left us, but in the eyes of our children, we made them see that we are here for them. We made them feel that we are here to love them and embrace them with cares and affection. Show then the bright side of life.