With a deep, shaking breath, I shoved both tests back into the box and then stuffed the entire thing into the depths of my bag, as if the deeper it went, the less likely I was to have to deal with the problem.
When you’re a kid raised by a single mom, Father’s Day can be an awkward time for you.
I had never experienced grief like this – so raw and so deep. It completely consumed me. I wanted to just get through it, and perhaps heal from it unscarred like a bump or a bruise. What would losing the woman who gave birth to me do to my life? Who would I become?
She is still with me, every step of the way. And there is no way I could ever forget her.
Because I’m mom, and I said so.
She’s been hurt before. I want her to be able to trust you, and I need you to trust her. She deserves that. Be real.
I’m slowly learning that I will never feel alone ever again because I am the mother to a daughter and that will never change. As far as realizations go, this is both liberating and terrifying.
So think twice before loving and hurting a single mom, because when you love a single mom it is not easy for them to give their equal time, affection, and attention to all the people she holds dear especially her child.
If the world doesn’t want me, then fuck the world. If you do, then that’s good enough for me.
Thank you for letting me be myself no matter what.