When my son walked through the door cradling two newborn babies, I thought I was losing my mind. Then he told me whose children they were, and suddenly, everything I thought I knew about motherhood, sacrifice, and family shattered into a thousand pieces.
I never imagined my life would take a turn like this.
My name’s Jennifer, and I’m 43 years old. The last five years have been a master class in survival after the worst divorce you could picture. My ex-husband Derek didn’t just leave… he stripped away everything we’d built together, leaving me and our son Josh with barely enough to scrape by.
A couple signing their divorce papers | Source: Pexels
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