Why I am a single mother.

The first time I thought of leaving my ex-husband I was just 8 weeks pregnant. He was unemployed again and spent his days parked on the couch without a care or worry. “I’ll get a job when I need to, just stop to talk,” he would say in his thick french accent that was no longer sexy, now it was just annoying. Then there was also his complete unwillingness to improve our relationship. But instead of leaving him, I kicked him out.

Was it Really My Choice?

It’s been two weeks now since the Ex has made it up to see his son. His car is broken down because he drove it without oil. Coincidentally Benjamin has also been sick, sick, sick. I have now missed four days of work and will be missing two more. I am also broke because I’ve had to pay for an extra two days of childcare each week.

Dead beat dads…or dads who just don’t care? What’s the difference?

My son’s father called yesterday, on a Saturday. This is rare. I think I can count on my hands how many times he has called outside of his two days with Benjamin since I left 15 months ago.

“My car is dead, I won’t be coming Monday,” he says. “What? Why? Where are you?” I ask. “45 minutes from Columbus.” My heart skips a bit, was he trying to come visit Benjamin, as a surprise? Nope.

Being a Single Mom With a Glass Half Full

After the last potential prince turned into a frog, I looked at my best friend and said, “I just really want a nice boyfriend.” She said, “I know, but it’s okay to be single a while.” Then it hit me – wait a minute – why do I want a boyfriend so badly? They’re usually a pain in the ass for one reason or another and in the past, pre-baby days, I used to relish being single.