In three hours I go in to meet my youngest baby, and all I can think about and feel - is peace and calm knowing My oldest is happy - being spoiled with my aunt and absolute fury I don’t have my mom. For the first time I had to take her ring off because my fingers got so swollen and my abusive f****** ex wanted to hurt me so bad they were stolen. I’m so hurt right now I can’t sleep. I’m so upset that the little piece I had of her is gone... I’m ready to burst and just can’t relax.

I’m probably over reacting because it was “just a ring” to some. But to me it was all I could hold onto