Sharing a bird’s eye view to my adventures in single motherhood. Some things you’ll agree with. Some you won’t. Feel free to leave feedback in the comments!
The following is a letter to a loved one that is currently living through some terrible experiences, similar to the ones I’ve shared in my previous stories.
When I found out why you needed to come to Georgia, I had a rush of sadness and…
If I told you the actual number, you wouldn’t believe the alarming amount of times that I was told, during and after my pregnancy, some variation of “That baby should have been mine.” Now, of course, sometimes I was told this by complete strangers that somehow found my mess…
When we met I was a size 6. Small. Invisible. “Forgettable,” as you so bluntly put it. As we became closer, I started to expand, but in a good way. Over a decade’s time, I got bigger. I started to fill out the size 8 that you wanted me to be from the beginning.
Potential Life-Changing Mistakes
During the first trimester of my pregnancy, one of my best friends referred to me as “Baby Mama.” She thought it was a cute way to acknowledge that I was having a baby with whom she was already in love. She also…
Dear Sir,
I address you in this way because you are a complete stranger to me. We are now so unfamiliar that it would even be improper to address you on first name basis. “Sir” might also be too formal…