Life Of A Single Mom

Chapter 19

After everything with Keith, I finally decided to focus on myself for once.

Because baby…

that man did a number on me mentally.

I started questioning everything about myself.

Why did I keep ending up in painful situations? Why did love always come attached to suffering? Why couldn’t I find somebody who loved me completely and genuinely without all the chaos?

I was mentally tearing myself apart trying to figure out what was so broken inside me that I kept attracting the same kind of hurt in different bodies.

For the first time in a long time, I felt empty.

Then somehow…

here came Micah again.

Now me and Micah could disappear from each other’s lives for months — even years sometimes — but every single time we reconnected, it felt effortless. Natural. Like no time had passed at all.

That man always had perfect timing.

Whenever life knocked me down to my lowest point, somehow he would randomly reappear like God sent him personally to check on me.

And honestly?

Our bond was beautiful.

He was like the male best friend I never asked for but somehow always needed.

No pressure. No games. No confusion.

Just peace.

Eventually, I made the decision to relocate completely because I needed a fresh start. Too much pain lived in my hometown. Too many memories. Too much drama. I wanted to run far away from every version of myself that kept surviving instead of actually living.

So I moved to the city.

And honestly, I felt like I finally had something to look forward to again.

I had nothing left to lose and everything to gain.

Plus, moving meant I’d be closer to Micah, and that alone made the transition easier.

I ended up staying with friends temporarily, and within less than a week I found a good-paying job. I was shocked at how fast everything started falling into place for me.

For once, life actually felt like it was working with me instead of against me.

And baby, those paychecks?

DOUBLE what I was used to making back home.

I was in full grind mode.

Save. Work. Repeat.

That was my only focus.

Well…

everything except Micah.

Because of course he kept doing what he always did best — showing me consistency. Taking me out. Wining and dining me. Making me feel soft again after life has hardened me so much.

And what stood out the most was how patient he was with me.

He didn’t rush me. Didn’t pressure me. Didn’t make me feel like I owed him anything.

He treated me like a woman was actually supposed to be treated.

And after everything I’d been through, that felt unfamiliar in the best way possible.

I had only been living in the city for about two months before I finally agreed to spend the night with him. He had been asking ever since I moved there, but honestly, I wanted to focus on healing first.

For once in my life, I was trying not to jump headfirst into another relationship just because somebody made me feel wanted.

Usually, I ignored the red flags and dove in without thinking twice.

But this time felt different.

And yes, before y’all say it — I know it probably looked crazy jumping from relationship to relationship trying to find peace in men who weren’t healed themselves.

Trust me…

I knew.

But something about Micah felt safe enough to believe in again.

For the first time in years, I genuinely thought this next chapter might finally be the chapter where I stopped hurting.

No more betrayal. No more abuse. No more feeling less than a woman.

Just love.

Real love.

And baby, I was falling HARD.

So hard that if Micah had pulled out a ring right then and there and asked me to marry him…

I would’ve said yes without hesitation.

No second thoughts. No fear. No running.

Just yes.