Before I was a year old, my parents were divorced and I didn’t even hear from or meet my biological dad until I was 9. It was just me and my mom for 6 or so years before my stepdad entered the picture.
During those years I watched my mom work her ass off so she could take care of us. I remember we had plenty of meals that consisted of pot pies since that was all she could afford.
We moved around quite a bit because once rent was due, she wouldn’t always have the money so it was on to the next place, some more
scary interesting than the others.
She had several jobs but one thing I remember very clearly is that as much as she worked, I never felt like she wasn’t there for me. I also can’t remember a single time that I lacked for anything.
I have a very soft spot for single parents and would love to hear your story. You can write about anything you want when it comes to single parenthood and I’ll post them here. It doesn’t matter if you have a blog or not, write away.
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