I had a post planned today. Something light. Something funny. Then life hit me with a combo of toddler meltdowns. The adult-level life nonsense made me want to scream into a pillow and eat ice cream in bed.

So instead, here’s what I’ve got:

I’m tired. Of course I’m tired — that’s just the default setting at this point. But today, it’s the everything else that’s got me.

Today I found out my soon-to-be ex husband used my grocery rewards card to buy his new woman yeast infection meds and himself condoms.

Let’s pause and sit with that for a second.

There I am, barely surviving a breakfast battle with two toddlers — one of whom is melting down because I dared let her oatmeal cool off before giving it to her — and meanwhile, this man is scanning my Kroger card to save a few cents on his new conquest. Now I knew he was probably seeing someone else, I didn’t ask, but had an idea due to him sending me an accidental text he was home at 7am one morning.

It’s infuriating. It’s pathetic. And honestly… it’s exhausting. I’m doing everything I can just to make it through the day with two little girls who need me — and he’s out here making choices that would be laughable if they weren’t so gross.

And it’s not even that I’m jealous. Or mad, exactly. I’m not sitting here wishing I had him back — I’m the one who left, but this is the same man who told me, very seriously, that he wasn’t seeing anyone. That he’d wait for me no matter how long it took. That he loved me too much to move on.

I told him I didn’t expect him to wait. I was clear. I was honest.
But he insisted.

And now, not even a month after the temporary custody hearing, he’s out here buying supplies like it’s date night. With my Kroger card.

So yeah. That stings. Not because I want him. But because the lies and the drama feel so unnecessary. But narcissists don’t do honesty. They do image. They do control. They do the illusion of self-sacrifice — until it’s no longer convenient.

I’m trying to be everything for my girls — their mom, their advocate, their support system, and a soft place for them to land. It isn’t easy at all, but its the showing up that counts.

So no. Today isn’t inspiring. It isn’t crafty. It isn’t full of hope or healing.

It’s just me. Tired. Holding it together with love, determination, and the refusal to quit. Wondering how I got here, and also knowing that somehow, I’m still standing.

That’s all I’ve got today.
But hey — I showed up.

And sometimes, that’s enough.