I really admired Betty: the things she endured, the strength it took to raise two children single-handedly, the love that she has for said children, the quiet faith that kept her going...
I was privileged enough to have experienced that love for myself. We often referred to Betty as my "other mother," for I had no relationship with my own at that time.
We used to joke, that with her father's affair, and if my grandmother had perhaps given into temptation just one time, that my mother and Betty could secretly be sisters, and I, her niece! 😂 But, of course, that was just a silly inside joke; nothing more.
Then one day, her daughter and I had a falling out... For a very stupid reason: chicks before 🍆s (I confess and repent for it primarily being my fault). And so, with our falling out came the termination of my relationship with Betty...
I cannot be friends with my exy bestie anymore, but to her mother I tried apologizing twice. To no avail; I received Left On Read (but thankfully, I'm already used to family treating me in such a way 😅).
After 6 years, I see that Betty has just now interacted with my content, and it breaks my heart... I used to believe in the red string of fate, for no matter how much time or distance passed between us, this family has continuously crossed my mind. They could have been apart of my daughters' lives...
But no, I doubt that anything can amount from it now... So I'll take solace in the fact that at least Noah and Elijah have met in another life 🪽💛
Thank you so much for checking out this week's post! This is a topic near and dear to my heart. Again, as much as I would love to be in contact with Betty, I do not get to control her decisions. I can only pray that she finds it in her heart to forgive me... In the meantime, I am going to attempt reaching out one last time. Please wish me luck!
