Here's a poem I wrote after speaking with my daughter's father. I won't add too much about our history. Just know that this person put me through hell. But praise God, he is changing for the better. I feel like I have to be the one to swallow pain after people do things to me. Is this what Christ went through? :(

The old me would have flipped out

After he said that, you know,

But I now know what Destiny’s about,

So I turned to the devil and said no.

His excuse brought back memories, for real,

And I just wanted to flip out,

But I won’t react by how I feel

‘Cause I know what I’m about.

He said he won’t bring her today.

He said he can’t afford gas

To drive all the way

Down the south of Mass.

His other reason was about his son.

Then I remembered the sacrifices I made

When he had chosen to run,

Leaving my daughter and I in a shade.

Yet he had a nerve to give an excuse.

He should make up for the hell I went through,

Dealing with sorrow and abuse

Because he couldn’t be true.

The enemy tried to bring up that rejection mess,

But I didn’t listen to his lie.

My feelings to God I’ll confess

So sin in me will die.

But praise God I choose to endure.

I rather suffer even when I’m right.

My heart doesn’t want to take anymore,

But for holiness I choose to fight.

He owes us that much, you know

To bring her on this day,

But I lift my hands and let this go

For God will have the last say.