I recently posted about wanting to get a divorce.

Well here's a little story of how I grew up: I grew up in foster care since I was 5 years old. I lost my dad at 4 1/2 years old, I was the one who found him dead on the couch he died because his liver shut down plus one of his lungs popped. That has caused me alot of trauma I was diagnosed with PSTSD & Anxiety in 2009. I was 11 when I was diagnosed. I grew up in two different families I was adopted by both families and the first family gave me up in 2009. In 2012 I was adopted by my social worker she worked as a child protective services social worker so she knew she was not allowed to leave any marks on me needless to say she did.

Growing up the way I did I got pregnant in 2015 I had attended a party with my ex middle school friend I stayed clean didn't drink nothing. I got raped and got pregnant. I lost my first of twins in 2015 on Christmas day. I didn't take care of myself as I was living on the streets until another ex friend and her mom took me in. My adopted mom knew who I was with but didn't care.

Due to me growing up in abusive family relationships I felt that I deserved to be in those kinds of relationships. So here are some of the things that happened while I was dating 2 other guys.

In 2016 I started dating someone who seemed genuine and caring. I was wrong he completely changed and became abusive physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually. I got pregnant with twins yet again. He didn't know. He hit me in the stomach in 2017 and at 13 weeks the same day I found out the gender of my twins I lost them through miscarriage. I left him.

In 2018 I dated another guy same thing I thought he was nice. Well I find out I'm expecting and told him and he said abort the baby. His best friend drove us to the doctor so I can confirm I am pregnant. His friend told him she doesn't know what you did. I asked him and he said nothing so after confirming that I am pregnant I went back to his place and found papers that he raped his sister. I told him I'm giving the baby up for adoption and we found a family. I went into a shelter for pregnant moms and when I felt my baby girl kick me I knew I couldn't give her up. I told the family and they were upset. I told the shelter and they moved me into the parenting program.

I started dating the same guy I dated in 2016 and he hit my stomach with a penny board skateboard and at 32 weeks I had my baby. I finally broke up with him for good. I had my baby June 11.

A month later on the same day I broke up with my ex I met my boyfriend my husband now.

I introduced my daughter to him and he got along with her. We dated for a few months then got married in October 2018.

We had our first biological daughter in 2019, in 2020 we had our second daughter and we are expecting our 3rd baby January.

My daughter has an amazing relationship with my husband and I am so happy that she is happy and feels safe. Her real dad is not involved he's homeless and using drugs as that is the last I heard he was doing. We plan on having my daughter being adopted by my husband.

Needless to say is God has a plan for my husband and I and I know that divorce is not an option especially the way I grew up in broke homes and relationships.

My husband and I are happy and we both agreed that we are each other's soulmates.