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 We Evolved Into WTF

by CrackedSapien

People ask me, “So... what’s your relationship with her now?”
And I just kind of blink. Take a breath. Tilt my head sideways like a confused dog.
Because what do you call a person who was your partner, the mother of your kids, your ex, your roommate, and—on some days—still the one person who knows the full weight of everything you’ve lost?

We didn’t grow old together like we planned.
Life cracked us open early.
The system took our kids—all but one. The state said we weren’t fit, and the kind of pain that leaves behind doesn’t ever really settle down. It hums under everything.

And yet here we are.
Living side-by-side, years later.
No longer lovers. Not just friends.
Sometimes sharing stories, sometimes just space.

Some would say we’ve moved on.
Others would say we never healed.
But I’d say—truthfully, reluctantly, and with a bitter laugh—
we evolved into WTF.

And somehow, that, too, is a kind of survival.


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  1. CelestialLightBearerJune 27, 2025 at 7:56 PM

    Radical Acceptance and Letting Go

    There came a time when I stopped hoping for the family I never truly had. I was rejected by my birth family during one of the darkest chapters of my life—when I was struggling with my mental health and needed support the most. I was "too much" for them. And for a long time, that pain followed me like a shadow.

    But here's the truth: I no longer carry a grudge. I’ve healed. I'm not that same version of myself anymore.

    Radical acceptance doesn't mean I approve of how I was treated. It means I no longer resist the truth of what happened. I’ve made peace with the fact that I won’t be going back, and I no longer need to. That door is closed, and that’s okay.

    I miss the idea of family, but I’ve come to realize something powerful:
    I am my own family now.
    For my children. For myself.

    Letting go of a grudge isn’t weakness—it’s freedom. It's the first step toward building something healthier, more loving, and more aligned with who I truly am. The past shaped me, but it no longer defines me.

    To anyone struggling with family rejection, please know:
    You are not alone. You can heal.
    And you are worthy of love, just as you are.

    #RadicalAcceptance #HealingJourney #ChosenFamily #MentalHealthAwareness #LettingGo

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