They walked away like cowards.

No apology.
No explanation.
No concern for the babies they left behind.
No support.
No check-ins.
No guilt.

They lived their lives — carefree — while I fought every day to give my children the love and stability they were born deserving that they were ROBBED OF!!

**But let’s talk about something even worse…

The Mothers Who Enabled It** Who Encouraged it** Who made EXCUSES/LIES For Them!!

Yes, I said it.

The mothers who:

encouraged their grown sons to run,
excused their abandonment,
and turned their backs on their own grandchild.

The mothers who:

played Christian on Sundays,
bragged about being “good grandparents” to their other grandkids,
acted holy while pretending my baby/babies didn’t exist.

The audacity of it all?

These women watched me — a teenage mother/a young mother…. a broken Momma — struggle to raise their bloodline alone, and they simply did. not. care. They were the enablers; they created their sons to be DEADBEATS – SORRY EXCUSES FOR MEN – SORRY EXCUSES FOR FATHERS – and I would run to their every call – each time they would finally remember my Children Existed – because I believed I was doing the right thing – I WAS WRONG! I should have never allowed them to hurt my Child/Children – they NEVER deserved to breathe the same air as my children – and honestly, they still do NOT!!

Oh, and then one of them had the unholy nerve, YEARS later, to hand my middle daughter a journal claiming:

“Your mama kept you away from me.”

Excuse me??

I didn’t keep anyone away. They kept themselves away, only showing up when convenient – yet, I stupidly allowed access – so they could take their picture to pacify their pathetic time, between court battles and them laughing while my children and I were left to struggle as they lived their best life!! Sickening!!!

The Bible Says It Best — And They’ll Answer for It

The verse that carried me through my deepest heartbreak and deepest struggles!

1 Timothy 5:8

“But if someone does not provide for his own, especially those of his own Blood, he has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever.”

Worse. Than. An. Unbeliever!!

I didn’t write it.
God did.

They can lie to the world.
They can rewrite history.
They can hide behind excuses and fake righteousness.

But they won’t hide from Him. And YES, I will have plenty of Sins to be held accountable for but it will never be that one…. and for that I am so thankful!

I Used to Believe There Would Be Justice…

I used to comfort myself by believing:

“This must be their Heaven. Because there’s no way someone can abandon their child and make it into the real one.”

I believed one day:

my struggles would be acknowledged,
my pain would be understood,
my loyalty would be honored,
and the truth would finally come to light.

But now?

I’m not so sure.

Not because God isn’t just…
but because this world is full of people who protect the wrong ones and punish the ones who showed up. I know vengeance is not mine – no matter how much I would love to see it – and I know Karma is so REAL – and will eventually catch up – despite my wish to be driving the Karma Bus to avenge every ounce of pain my children endured and for the childhood they were robbed of. Its so hard sitting in the silence of waiting these days – wondering why they haven’t had to suffer the ways we did?

**There SHOULD Be Penalties.

Real Ones. Harsh Ones!! Criminal and Civil!!

Because ABANDONMENT isn’t an accident. It is a CHOICE!!!

A choice that scars children for life.
A choice that leaves mothers/single parents drowning.
A choice society shrugs off like it’s normal.

There should be laws — strict, unforgiving laws — for abandoning a child unless you mutally choose adoption, to give a child a life you could not give them.

No excuses.
No disappearing.
No “I’m doing what’s best for me.”
No redemption through lies.

Children deserve better.
And mothers deserve justice.

But let me end with this…

I may be jaded by:

the lies,
the abandonment,
the excuses,
the disrespect,
the mothers who covered for their sons,
and the grandmothers who played favorites…

…but I am NOT jaded about motherhood.

Motherhood saved me.
Motherhood strengthened me.
Motherhood made me a warrior.

The Truth I’ve Carried Since I Was Sixteen**

I didn’t become a mother in my twenties with a stable life and some cute Pinterest-ready plan.
No.

I became a mother at sixteen,
before being a teen mom was a trend,
before society had even a sliver of compassion for girls like me.

I was a child raising a child…
I was brought up in a home full of chaos, trauma, and turmoil.
A home where survival came before childhood.
A home where I prayed every night for a way out. This was the ONLY environment I knew. I was in LOVE Not puppy love.
Not teen infatuation. Real love. Deep love.
Life-altering, soul-tied, once-in-a-lifetime love.

He was my best friend.
My boyfriend of two years.
The only person who made me feel safe.
He knew my secrets — every bruise life had left on my heart.
He knew the pain that lived in the walls of the Trailer House I grew up in.
He swore he’d save me from it.

He promised me forever.
He painted a future where we’d marry young, have babies, and build a life on a small-town farm—quiet, peaceful, stable—the opposite of everything I had ever known.

I didn’t dream of careers back then.
I dreamed of being his wife,
the mother of his children,
and finally having a home filled with love instead of fear.

That was my ten-year plan. That was my entire world.

And then…
he left.

He didn’t just leave me.
He left our baby.
Our perfect, beautiful baby girl.

He walked away from the family we were going to create like it meant nothing.
And the excuse?
The excuse he used to justify abandoning us?

His mother’s excuse.

She encouraged him to run.
To leave his responsibilities.
To abandon his child.
To forget the promises he made to me. To Move on to another relationship – which he did!

She told him to use my father—who battled visible demons and fought them openly—as the reason he should walk away.
She used my father’s struggle as a shield to defend her son’s cowardice.

But decades later, when you hear the same excuse on repeat, you finally realize:
it was never the truth.
It was just a pathetic justification for a deadbeat.

Because if it were true—if they really believed my family wasn’t “fit”—
then why leave me (a child at the time also) and a innocent baby, their own BLOOD?
Why leave her there to endure the hardship, the same hardships they knew I endured?
Why abandon her to the same “danger” they claimed existed for him?

The truth?
Because it was never about protecting anyone.
It was about avoiding responsibility.

Let me say something loud and clear, so it echoes through every broken promise and every “I’ll always be there” that never came true:

I was NEVER jaded about being a mother.

Not once.
Not through the poverty, the fear, the loneliness, the exhaustion.
Not through the struggle of being a sixteen-year-old raising a baby alone.
Not through raising 3 daughters, as a single mother before I ever had a chance to grow up myself.

Motherhood?
Motherhood is the one thing that never betrayed me.
My children are the one part of my life that has always made sense.
The one role I embrace with gratitude, even in the darkest moments.

My jadedness didn’t come from my babies.
It came from the men who abandoned them… and abandoned me while doing it.

**THE REAL REASON I’M JADED:

The Men Who Promised Forever Then Vanished**

They promised to love me.
Promised to build a life with me.
Promised to show up for the children they helped create.

Instead?

I survived what all of them walked away from.

And that?
That is why I hold my head high.
That is why my children are proud of me.
That is why I speak these truths now — because silence only protects the wrong people.

This is my confession.
My truth.
My healing.

And if you’re a mother who has lived this same heartbreak, the same abandonment, the same lonely road…

Welcome.
You’re not alone anymore.