My Family Called Me a Liar Until I Escaped Their Toxic Web 💔
Growing up, my family painted me as someone I wasn't - telling stories that never matched who I truly was. At 20, three weeks after my birthday, I became a mom. But instead of support, I got more of their vindictive games, so I kept my distance. 😔
My fiancé and I have been together for over 10 years, and despite losing four babies, we've built something real and positive together. Meanwhile, my daughter lives with someone else - my abusive ex who I had to flee from. Sometimes I wonder if I'm even part of this family or if I was adopted. 🤷♀️
Despite all the pain, I'm still hopeful about having a healthy baby soon. Past family trauma doesn't have to define our future, right?
Have you ever felt like your family's version of you didn't match who you really are? I'd love to hear your story - sometimes we need to remind each other we're not alone in this journey. 💕
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