He realized he had made a mistake.
He told me that he had made the biggest mistake of his entire life and, come hell or high water, he was going to fix it.
He had left wife #2 and was in the process of getting a divorce when he told me that. I told him no. He was not welcome anymore. He told me that he would do anything he could to assure me that he was telling me the truth and that he had learned his lesson.
He told me he would never ever hurt me again. He told me the only way he would ever leave me again was if he died.
I stood back and just watched him. That man moved mountains. He paid off my car. He provided above and beyond for babygator. He bought me things. He drove EVERY.SINGLE.WEEKEND from the Dallas area to little town to prove to me that he was sincere and had learned his lesson. He made that drive for over THREE YEARS.
He gained an confidante in my mom who saw that he loved me and was making amends in anyway possible.
I was awkward around him. Wary of him. A million phone calls later and we even took a vacation together as a family...with separate rooms. The man never complained.
And he wore me down.
In my mind I thought that there would be nothing in the world better than to raise my child in the family that she had been robbed of because of his infidelity. A child deserves to be raised with two parents. That was my mindset. I thought a family was a daddy, mommy and child.
Plus, I had never stopped loving the man.
So I chose to take babygator from the only stability that she had really ever known...life with me, my mom, dad and brother and move back to the Dallas area with the man. I chose to take her away from the people who did not have to make promises to her because they lived out their love to us each and every day. I chose to take back the man who had disrupted our little family. The man who had cheated on me. The man who worked so hard to win us back.
Life in little town was good. It was normal. Babygator had her grandparents who adored her. She was a regular at the coffee shop with my daddy who had stepped in to be the father figure in her life. She went to the coffee shop so much with him that, they taught her how to roll silverware and put her to work at age 4. You could ask her what she wanted to be then and she would tell you "a waitress".