CRASH: Love in Scrubs

by C. Monet

Healing doesn’t always look graceful, and it's not always linear. Sometimes it looks like silence, like space, like setting boundaries, even when your heart wants to do the opposite.

Truthfully, I’d been afraid to take anyone seriously because I felt I’d always choose wrong. I was traumatized.

sometimes bad things just happen. But sometimes they lead you exactly where you need to be.

I was doing all the things, staying busy, staying moving, but none of it brought me real satisfaction. I was just...existing. Going through the motions.

“That’s what love looks like, Sametra. Protection when it counts. Distance when it’s needed. And the strength to know the difference. It’s a balance.”

I wasn’t just in love, I was rooted

My fear of being alone was loud and nagging, following me through quiet moments and sleepless nights.

Being a parent to a teenager is hard as hell on a good day, but when they start acting like your presence is disposable? That shit stings.

And just like that, I knew, I wasn’t just in love. I was home. This man, this feeling, this messy, sacred, beautiful family we were building…it was everything. With him, it didn’t just feel possible. It felt real…like something I could bet on, not just wish for.

One thing about bitter baby daddies—they’d rather see you struggle than watch you thrive.

real love meant caring about someone’s comfort, even when it didn’t make sense to you.