And now... now there's another woman cutting a cake in my living room, on my birthday.💔
Diana Watson/Smith ( FL)
With my son and husband.💔
She stood slowly, walking to the mirror, staring at the reflection that looked back at her—tired eyes, faded glow, but a strength still buried deep inside.
Diana Watson/Smith ( FL)
They think I’m the problem.😢
Diana Watson/Smith ( FL)
That I’m dramatic, difficult... ugly even.💔
Her voice cracked.
Diana Watson/Smith ( FL)
But they don’t know what I gave up for them.😢😢
Diana Watson/Smith ( FL)
They don’t know how hard I tried to be everything they needed💔
She turned away from the mirror, clenching her fists softly.
Diana Watson/Smith ( FL)
I may be forgotten right now🙂💔
Diana Watson/Smith ( FL)
Replaced...🙂
Diana Watson/Smith ( FL)
But this isn’t the end.🙂
Diana Watson/Smith ( FL)
I’m still here🙂
Diana Watson/Smith ( FL)
I’m still their wife, their mother.😢
Diana Watson/Smith ( FL)
And I’m not going to walk away that easily.
( Firm)
Diana sat back down, the noise from downstairs still carrying on like a distant dream
But in her silence, a new kind of strength began to rise.
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Author
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Author
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Comments
iccy.baby
author pls update on this story also
2025-04-24
1
iccy.baby
this one is also amazing....💓💓💓
2025-04-24
1