Everything that has happened has brought me to the very moment I am in. Here I sit, at home, with my beautiful son, waiting for Cory to come home from work. And this is just where I need to be.
Everything I have done, every word I have said... has been the best decision because of it's outcome. Sure, I have made mistakes, but they were only mistakes at the time. Because of their outcome, I am proud of those mistakes. I have allowed my upbringing to make me sad for long enough. I am who I am, because of me. I won't change it or anything...because I finally love it.
I may not have a lot of...anything, really. But what I have, I have earned.
And how could you not be proud of that?
How could you not be proud of this?
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