I hate being a single mom. Not just for financial reasons but also because I have to play the bad guy so often. I never really get a break from that role. Today was a major fucking calamity and I don’t want to talk about it really.
But sometimes the idea of running away is the only good thought that comes to my mind on these difficult days when the consensus seems to be to hate me because I enforce a rule or make them do something they don’t want to do. Because (shocker) I’m the parent and sometimes I have to do that. It sucks. Royally.
I hate it. I absolutely hate it, but if they make it to adulthood safely, healthily, and have their own families one day… they will understand how hard it is. Until then, I seem to have no choice but to shoulder it alone.
I’m so very overdue for a crying day. So very, very overdue.