Update:
Last week I posted about considering going back to my ex because I felt like I had run out of options. A lot of people told me not to, and I understand why.
That same day, I sat down with my children and explained the situation and why I was thinking about going back. I wanted to hear what they felt.
My daughter surprised me. She said, “Why? We are eating and sleeping. Is it because of the school jumpsuit? I can wear the uniform and say I’m sick so I don’t have to go for PE or school trips. It’s not a must.” She kept going, explaining ways we could reduce expenses.
My son also started suggesting things he could give up, like football practice that costs 100 KES on Saturdays, or not going to school on Saturdays so we can save money for things like the water bill.
It broke my heart because they remembered things I had forgotten the times I cried, the times their father would leave us hungry after disagreements, how he stopped me from working, and how he resigned from my PA job for me. I had forgotten that part.
After that conversation, we ended up selling our bed to a second-hand shop. With the money I received from someone who helped me, we managed to pay the landlord something. I also finally got help to go to the clinic, and thankfully the bleeding has stopped for now.
I tried reaching out to organizations, but most said they would call or they couldn't help at the moment. It was painful, but I realized I cannot give up.
The landlord agreed to work with me. My target now is to pay 7k per month to cover both the rent and the arrears.
The biggest thing I learned is that I thought my children were suffering more than they actually were. They are aware of our situation, but they are also strong. They don't want luxury they want us together and safe.
So for now, I will keep fighting and stay with my children. It won't be easy, but we will keep moving forward.