Why Did I Get Married; Part One ☾☀︎ Camren

Part Twenty One: The Cabellos (pt.2)

Unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive that someone who hurt you, unless you forgive the situation, and unless you realise the situation is over, you cannot move forward.

Letting go is incredibly difficult. And no matter if we cling to worries about the future, or if we keep replaying the mistakes of the past over and over again; it would still be quite painful to move on. To accept the things we cannot change. Even though these things once hurt us, we make a desperate attempt to hold on to the things that were familiar to us; even though it may limit us in reaching our full potential of happiness that we so rightfully deserve.

As they say, you should forget what hurt you, but never what it taught you; because all that hurt, all that pain shouldn't be for nothing. The hurt, the pain, it molded you into the person that you are today.

It's not going to be easy to let go, to move on. It's going to hurt. It's going to tear you apart, having to walk away from the memories of the person you lost. But would you rather walk away or sit there; over thinking a million and one questions running through your head. You're unable to sleep. You're creating different scenarios in your head, while you're making a mental list about all the things you could've done to stop that person from walking away.

But the thing is, and you need to get this in your head, you cannot keep blaming yourself for someone's inability to love you.

Today is going to be just like all the days before, when you were holding on to that last ounce of hope; difficult as hell, but once you let go, once you realise that you deserve more, you'll be fine.

You'll get over it.

You'll be fine.

***

"Mummy?" Camila heard her daughter's voice call out to her from the living room.

"Yes, baby?" She popped her head into the room. "What's up?"

The child was sat on the floor with papers and crayons sprawled around her. Why on earth was she doing this when she had to head to school in a couple minutes? No one really knows what goes on in a child's head.

"Here," Izzy handed her mother a drawing. "I made this for you." When Camila took the paper from her daughter, she saw a drawing of what she assumed to be herself and her daughter. She smiled when she saw what was written on the bottom of the sheet. 'I love you, mummy," was sprawled across it. "I was bored and I wanted to draw something for you. I also made one for mama."

"Made what for, mama?" Lauren asked as she entered the room. She sighed heavily when she saw the mess on the floor. "Princesa, you have to go to school soon."

Izzy handed her other mother the drawing. "I made this for you. I'll clean up now."

"Aw, princesa," Lauren stooped to her daughter's height and wrapped her arms around her. "I love you too. I love you so much." She picked her up in her arms and spun her around. "How did I get so lucky to call you mine?" She placed various kisses on the child's face. "C'mere, Camz. Group hug."

Camila laughed and wrapped her arms around her family. "I love you, Izzy," she kissed her daughter. "I tolerate you, Laur."

"Ouch," Lauren fake pouted. She placed Izzy back on the floor to pack away her crayons. "I always knew you were with me for my money. She placed Izzy's drawing into her workbag. Most of the drawings their daughter gave her, Lauren would have them in a portfolio on her work, or stuck around her office. It always made her feel closer to her family, when she wasn't with them.