My boyfriend and I had it all planned out.
By the end of summer we’d be announcing our engagement and preparing for our marriage the following fall.
But one July morning my he confessed to me that he had been unfaithful to me and had conceived a child. Needless to say summer wasn’t the only thing ending in July, our relationship did too.
At the age of 33, I found myself lost and brokenhearted. My healing journey has not been an easy one. I have often questioned everything about who I am.
Family was the only thing I didn’t question at that time, thanks to their constant support. Growing up in a large, tight knit, Mexican American family, family is everything to me. We faced all challenges together—loss of family members, loss of jobs, and even heartbreak.
When I would tell them that I felt like I was never going to heal and I was never going to feel joy again, they reassured me time would heal my wounds. When all I could do was cry, family was there to hold me tight. When I couldn’t get out of bed, my family told me I had to continue to fight for me—and they fought with me—for my joy.
My family’s constant love, support, and prayers are what got me through the darkest times in my life. They helped me realize that even though life doesn’t always go as planned, there is nothing I can’t overcome with family and faith.
I am thankful for this new chapter in my life. I am embracing, loving, and enjoying life to the fullest. I will not dwell on things I can’t control. If and when love comes, I will embrace it with arms wide open and with my family by my side.
Why do I believe in love? Because family is love and even though love is never perfect it is always worth the fight.
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