I've a big, dusty soapbox about Single Motherhood. *I* certainly wasn't gonna go that route. I'd seen how tough it is; how much tougher it is without a balancing team member. I made sure I picked my children's father carefully; good daddy material. And indeed he was. For a minute.Then I was there, living my worst nightmare (or so I thought). How idyllic was my life in this here photographed moment. I still wasn't happy we'd lost Mitch; I found reasons to be happy as a full-time mama. To two kids. To an all-important daughter. Today I miss her. Like most days, except the one I'm living is always tougher than the one's I've already survived. Or the ones I'll have to survive -still- without her snuggles. No matter the rally I hold against the injustice of it all, still here I am. Single mama to a Single kid. He's fine. I will be too. Soon enough.
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labels are important, so one can make a correct choice when one chooses vegetables at the market. So when we pool a bit of resources for a treehouse together so your single son and his single mother's single boyfriend can have fun together in his single backyard with their single black dog... i should always remember that deep down, we're all single. because Together... well, that word would require a shiny new set of labels which would singly sublimate the old. and as all good conservatives know, any new idea is always a bad idea.
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