It was time for me to gather my girls and leave my train wreck of a marriage. The divorce, although needed and inevitable, was as messy and complicated as the marriage. We were separated at least a year before he filed. I had been doing me. The girls and I had been living it up. I knew you couldn't move forward looking back, so I was ready to move on at his expense. I knew we were finished, and I needed to put it behind me. I thought it would be easy. Wishful thinking. This divorce took way too much time, and I felt like I had the worst judge on the bench. Situations like this have a way of exposing the fake people in your life. It let's you know who is truly for you and who has secretly been against you. Family and so-called friends turned their back on me and continued to betray me. I never imagined the people closest to me would do and say the things they did and said to and about me. The moment I decided to do what I felt was best for me and my girls, the ridicule began, and it was relentless. I was immediately a bad mother. I received so many disturbing messages that I sent a few of my own, changed my number, and moved on with my life, without them in it. I had to stand my ground and defend the decisions I made. I needed to show I was strong enough to stand alone. I had pushed away and removed a lot of people from my life at this time. I never really had a family, just a bunch of relatives. I never had many friends, only true frenemies. On top of that, my relationship with my girls got sketchy. I felt like it was me against the world, and I was ready for battle.