I have the pleasure and the honour and the priveledge of watching my little boy grow every day ... he turned 2.5 last week and I just thoroughly adore him. I love him being by my side, on my lap, on my hip ... I even love him when he takes up my side of the bed. I just LOVE him.
It is so unfair that the X can just decide that he didn't love me and walk away from the home and the family we built and gets to "start again". While I am left to pick up the pieces, work, raise a child. A child we decided to have together, a child we said we would raise together, a child he promised he would do anything for.
It's sucky being a single mum. It really is. I really hope one day I can someone who will love me, respect me, listen to my stories and make me laugh.
I know things could be a lot worse, I know people are living through a lot worse ... and I do count my lucky stars that almost every morning this little guy wakes up and is so very happy to see me, tells me I am beautiful and that he wants to share his chocolate cake with me.