In April 2019, I was getting married to a man I thought was the love of my life, hoping that our love was a forever kind of story. However, by August 2020, I was back at my parents’ house, nursing a newborn baby girl and grappling with the reality that I might soon have to deal with a failed marriage—a reality that, unfortunately, became true very soon after.

It was 2020, which meant that, apart from the reality of a very short-lived nuptial bliss, I had to juggle first-time motherhood alone because he chose to completely walk away. I also faced unemployment due to the Covid-19 pandemic and all the shame that comes with being a PK (Preacher’s Kid)—a Christian lady who now bears the title of “divorced.” It was tough, a swim-or-sink kind of situation. What a dramatic introduction to the first installment from someone you don’t even know, right?