When my daughters were young, my husband went to rehab to get sober. Overnight, I became a single parent. Not because I wanted to, but because it was what our family needed to survive. I had to hold it all together while he worked to save his own life. That season of life was lonely, overwhelming, and filled with hard truths. There were moments I felt resentful, moments I was proud, and many where I simply had to keep going without knowing what came next. I juggled preschool drop-offs, tears in the shower, and answering my daughters’ questions without breaking down. But I also found strength I didn’t know I had. I kept showing up. And through all of it, I gained perspective not just as a partner, but as a woman and mother. Today, my husband is in long-term recovery, and I’m here to support anyone who’s walking that same tightrope. You’re not weak for struggling, you're strong for staying.