Single Mom

Even though I felt very alone in my marriage near the end, I wasn't physically alone.

The moment my husband moved out, it suddenly struck me that I was now officially "alone". I was a single mother of 3.

I felt the weight of the world originally on my shoulders in that instant.

I wanted primary custody of my kids because they are my world. I wouldn't have had things any other way, but that instant responsibility hit me like a pile of bricks.

I remember watching a lot of movies during the time that I came to this realization about mothers, divorce, responsibilities. Almost seeking out any answers, or enthusiasm for the idea.

I wasn't glamourous, as some single moms seemed to be in the movies.
I wasn't depressed, like others were betrayed.
I was hopeful, and feeling as though I needed to prove myself.
I wanted more, and better for them... and for me.

I felt like during my first few weeks of being a single mom, I was transitioning everything.

I didn't move. I stayed in our family home, and there were memories everywhere.

How would I make this work?

How could I be as strong, and focused for my kids and for me?

There were more questions than answers.

What I did find myself saying a lot in my own head was, "baby steps".
Each day I woke up with a purpose.
Each day I woke up trying to tackle one thing.
Each day I tried to find moments of joy.

I had to.

I am now a Single Mom, and I'm going to rock the shit out of being one!

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