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Overcoming Adversity

I know it’s been since October since I’ve posted. Not only have I been dealing with this pregnancy, I’ve been dealing with personal issues. The last ten months have been rough for me, starting before I found out I was pregnant. I had this friend, my best friend, who tried to wreck my career, didn’t help the wreck of a marriage I had at the time, all while doing this behind my life. When I say she destroyed me, I mean she absolutely destroyed me. I was at my lowest point I had ever been at. I would sit at home by myself, not talking to anyone except for Troyce and my parents. I was mortified. Embarrassed. Never in my life had I felt like this. But there was this new life growing inside of me, that depended on me. I had to put all of this aside for my baby. Troyce and I have worked through our issues and I believe we are stronger than ever. As for my friend, I have forgiven her but I have not forgotten. Not too long ago she tried to make amends. I let her have her moment. She then tried to tear me apart again, and I wasn’t even on speaking terms with her again. She said that she always had my back through everything, which was the biggest lie I had ever heard. She is someone who is never wrong and never does everything wrong. She tears you down to your lowest so that she can rise above you. While I let her get me down for a while, I came out on top. Because I don’t need anyone except my family and my God. My son is going to have the strongest mom. Even though I still have really bad days where I feel alone and that I can’t trust anyone, I push through for him. This pregnancy has made me find a whole new meaning to life, and I couldn’t be more grateful for it. Now that I am getting back to myself, I’m going to be posting more. I’m finally finding myself again. Leigh Ann is back.

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