4 years later.
"Julia!" Jenna yelled from downstairs causing me to rub my eyes and sit up.
Shit.
I had overslept again.
"Coming!" I yelled then went to my dresser, pulling out a pair of leggings and putting them on.
"Jule, we're gonna be late." Sam said as he popped his head into the room. "I know, I'm sorry, I overslept again." I said and pulled a tshirt on.
"I'll tell Jenna and Carter to get in the car." Sam said then left the room.
"You're an idiot, Jules." I groaned to myself then went into the bathroom and ran to brush my teeth.
Life has been so crazy since everything happened all those years ago.
After I read the letter Colby left me I immediately started packing.
It was difficult explaining to the kids that yet another person was abandoning us but luckily they eventually understood.
We ended up moving to Spokane, Washington. It was closer to where we used to live but far enough away that we wouldn't have to deal with our past.
My mother stayed out of our lives for a couple years but recently has been reaching out, trying to get the kids back from me.
She technically was still their legal guardian because I couldn't get legal guardianship, because I relied on pills again.
I fell deep into my addiction, letting the pills take over me once again.
It got really bad, but I was able to sober up quickly when I found out that I was pregnant.
Unfortunately due to all of the complications from my life and body around that time, I lost the baby.
It was the hardest thing in my life to deal with because it was my fault.
I couldn't cry in front of my siblings though, I had to be strong and stay sober. I promised them they would get a life they deserved.
I've been three years sober now, and have actually gotten my life together at least a little bit.
I was back in school, and I worked full time at a restaurant in town.
Most of the money Colby left was still here since I was afraid to spend it.
We obviously got a house with it, but it wasn't anything fancy.
I didn't like to think about the time I had with Colby and the others. It brought me back to the day he left me.
My heart had shattered into a million pieces that day and I was still working on picking them up.
Sam and the girls tried to keep in contact with me for a little while but I blocked them out. I couldn't be involved with them if I wanted to heal.
They were my past.
Since the kids were older, Carter and Jenna being fourteen, Sam being eleven and Juniper being five, I had to get them all ready for school.
I tried to get up early every morning to make them breakfast but since I was working my ass off with not only school but work, I was exhausted.
It was hard making ends meet since I was the only income for four kids and myself, but I would do anything for them.
I knew I had Colby's money to fall back on, but I didn't use it. I resented Colby for what he did to me.
I hated him.
I thought a breakup text was bad, but it had nothing on a breakup letter from a man who had fled the state to never be seen again.
