I Was Never the Villian

There was a woman who entered my life without ever truly meeting me.

I didn’t seek her out.
I didn’t want to know her.
I was still trying to hold my family together when I realized—through a moment I wasn’t meant to witness—that I had already been replaced.

That realization alone was devastating. But what followed was worse.

Instead of distance, there were accusations.
Instead of boundaries, there were stories.
I was painted as a threat when I had done nothing but exist in pain and shock.

I was accused of things I have never done- things so far from my nature that even writing them still feels surreal. I was made to feel unsafe in my own world while being told I was the danger in someone else’s.

And the hardest part?

I was never given the chance to defend myself—because lies don’t want dialogue. They want control.

I learned quickly how easily a woman’s grief can be mistaken for malice, and how confidently someone can rewrite you when they need a villain to justify their own place in a story.

I didn’t confront her.
I didn’t chase explanations.
I didn’t retaliate.

I absorbed the pain quietly while the narrative spun without me.

But here is what time and healing have taught me:

You cannot destroy someone who refuses to become what you accuse them of.

I am not who I was made out to be.
I never was.

I am a mother who protects her child.
A woman who values peace over chaos.
A person who would rather heal than harm.

I don’t need to compete with someone else’s role in a life that was never meant to include me long-term. I don’t need to explain myself to someone who never wanted the truth. And I don’t need to prove my worth by tearing another woman down.

The pain was real.
The fear was real.
The injustice was real.

But so is my healing.

I survived being misunderstood.
I survived being falsely accused.
And I survived being hurt by someone who never actually knew me.

That chapter doesn’t define me.

What defines me is this:
I walked away with my integrity intact—and I built a life rooted in truth, peace, and protection for my child.

And that is something no lie could ever take from me.

Elizabeth Tubridy

I’m Elizabeth — a mother, creator, and woman who has learned what it means to rebuild from the ground up.

This space was born from a season of deep change. After walking away from a life that no longer felt safe, aligned, or true, I began the quiet work of healing — not perfectly, not quickly, but honestly. What started as survival slowly became self-discovery, and then something more: a return to myself.

Through writing, reflection, and creativity, I share the truths I once silenced. Stories about emotional healing, motherhood, boundaries, resilience, and learning to choose yourself after years of putting everyone else first. This blog isn’t about bitterness or blame — it’s about clarity, growth, and reclaiming your voice.

Alongside my writing, I create under Earthly Enchantments — nature-inspired pieces rooted in calm, intention, and magic found in small moments. Creativity has always been my anchor, a way to process, express, and reconnect with joy.

If you’re here, maybe you’re navigating your own season of becoming. Maybe you’re learning to trust yourself again, or simply looking for proof that it’s possible to start over — gently, bravely, and on your own terms.

You’re welcome here.

https://www.earthlyenchantmentsnh.com
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