LittleMisss
Disciple of Prayer
This is a first for me. A first to reach out and ask willingly for prayer. The first where I’ve leaned into religion.. really. I’ve been to church. Baptized when I was young, and considered myself atheist up until my daughter was born almost ### years ago. It became apparent to me that I should lean into what I always just called.. ‘Him.’ I should add, I’ve had a rough life. Decent upbringing, country, small town. First of ### and the only girl. Parents divorced at ### and I grew up very quick. My teen years were riddled with running away, drug usage and rebellion. I was able to kick hard drug usage (you name it, I had been addicted at one point or another,) in ###. In the midst, I caught a felony party to a crime charge (at ###) and ended up sitting ### days in and ### years probation. In this time, I fell into alcoholism and I say if that way because I am addicted to being on the verge of black out drunk. I am currently ### days sober off a ### week alcohol hole. My daughter (first to carry to term) was born at the end of ###. She is the light of my life and I just can’t wrap my head around how I’ve let myself go so far. My mental health has deteriorated. I should back up.. After my mom and dad divorced, I watched her date. It was not healthy to witness as a young child and I’ve been through a lot of therapy to decipher it all. Anyways. The way I viewed relationships and how to be ‘loved’ is ultimately what has gotten me here, today. My last relationship was with a man we will call ‘###’. ### taught me more than I knew I needed. He was a light that really opened the cloud and made me grow up in more ways than one. Fast forward.. we drank together and it got out of hand, in the sense of; we were normalizing it. Going out on the boat, bobbing down backroads singing together. We’d cry in each others arms about the young kid from my town who committed suicide and how we were petrified to watch our kids (he had ###, ### & ###, mine was ### at the time) grow up in a world where we can’t protect them. We were connected. I trusted him, even when he was on the road for a week at a time. I thought we had it all. Then he dumped me, on a random Tuesday, through text. I spiraled and oh man.. did I spiral. I built a life with that man, in my head. He was ### years older, my ‘fine wine.’ And it was all gone in a blink of an eye. Fast forward.. an old friend of mine (let’s call him ###), who I had never given the chance.. scouted me out at a local bar (my favorite I must add) and from that day on, we were inseparable. I basically moved right in (I still kept my house and still pay my bills) and our lives just kicked off. No ‘getting to know each other’, no dates pr long drives chatting about hopes and dreams. Nothing. Full. Blown. Life. ### kids; he has ###, ### biological girls(### & ###), one bonus son, and my daughter. It was hectic, loud, and overwhelming but also exactly what I had been praying for my whole life. A real family. My own. Or so I thought. It came to a head. We didn’t know each other, really at all. We broke up. I went back home. A domestic case happened (him as the perpetrator) and we thought we were done for good. But we found our way back to each other. After lies, cheating, dishonesty, broken trust, fear and resentment. Then.. he was on his way to cheat on me when a high speed chase ensued. They booked ### on a ### cash bond. He sat ### days. In that ### days.. our whole life fell apart. Mind you, when the chase ensued; we were in this weird phase of ‘should we even try’ or ‘what are even fighting for anymore’ phase but we knew we loved each other so wholly that we couldn’t let go, yet. ### is a self made mechanic who runs a shop. When he got locked up, that responsibility fell to me (running the phone, making posts, taking pictures and running marketplace) and his dad (grunt work, labor) while I also was simultaneously holding the one thing with all the answers from our relationship. His phone. I made a mistake and I dug, and oh did I find. I found all the things he called me ‘crazy’ over, were really true. When my gut was begging, my intuition was screaming.. I chose to believe this man, over my better judgment, time and time again. Then, I read it all, with my own eyes. I wish they had burned out of my skull instead. I spiraled. I spiraled bad. ### weeks. Honestly, I didn’t think I was going to make it out of this bed. My guts hurt so bad. The withdrawal shakes, night sweats and insomnia was deafening. ### days. Wait, I think today marks ###. I should also mention my conscience. I have one. And it swells. So much so, that if I have something heavy on my heart, I’ll run, I’ll scream it with my last breath. Anything to get it off my soul. Even if it hurts. Me. Them. Us. Everyone. I tell the truth. My whole truth and everything I know to be true. I’m a terrible liar and I wear every emotion on my face. If I feel it, you see it. The reason I am mentioning this is because I messed up. After finding what I did in ###’s phone, I let go. I tore the pages out of our book (not literally) and set them on fire in my heart and mind. I really messed up. Throughout the last ### days I have had sex with his twin sister, his dad and another person. I engaged in a secondary relationship with a person I haven’t met, but have known through social medial and talked to for about ### years. I messed up. ### is out of jail, as of Monday. He broke up with me. But wanted me to stay. So I did. I can feel that he doesn’t want to let go, he loves me with every fiber of his being, as do I, him. We can’t let go. He needs his time. Space. If I go, I’m afraid of what will happen.. will he come back? Will I ever have a family that my daughter and I BELING to? I just want to finally feel like giving my all, is worth it. Please just pray for clarity. I don’t know why I’m still here, but I’m just trying to stay above water. And I know my daughter deserves better than that.

