Single Single MOM
Some days the world is supportive. Some days the world is completely against my decisions. The reality is that you are not the mother of my child. You are not the court official that sealed a document that decided my two-person family’s fate.
Yes, I made a beautiful human with an individual that I hoped would step up to the plate. You’re right, he struck out too many times and I hold him accountable for his mistakes.
If I already did not feel bad enough for my fatherless child, I can guarantee that I feel bad for all of the judgmental human beings that completely disregard the paths that I had to choose for him.
To the father of my child, I am sorry. I am so sorry that you feel the need to make me out to be a child hoarder while you go about your extra-curricular activities with inappropriate substances in your hands. I’m sorry that you were the first one to walk away. I’m sorry that your choices brought us to this mile marker on this highway of parenting.
To my child, I am so unbelievably pained that you have to endure this throughout your lifetime. Time and time again I have reassured you that both your mother and your father love you. The truth is that we both have chosen to show our love in different ways. Regardless of our positions in your life, please know that you were never made from anything other than love. Big fat love.