This Little Light of Miche

Tonight I had to kick my baby daddy out. I realized I was sleeping with the enemy—someone who lies as easily as he breathes, someone who creates chaos around me constantly. I know I have my own struggles, but I don’t deserve someone who adds more problems to my life.

The hardest part? My children are witnesses to all of this. They’re the true victims, and I can’t shield them from it completely. That’s what hurts the most. I can set boundaries, I can take action, I can argue and demand respect—but protecting them fully feels impossible.

I have two baby daddies, and for a while, I thought it was a positive thing that they got along. But the reality is, both are toxic in their own ways, and they both hate each other. That’s not healthy for anyone, especially my kids.

Tonight was a reminder that boundaries are necessary, even if they’re messy and painful to enforce. I can’t control everything, but I can control my choices and the environment I create for my children. And that’s where I start.