Why I Ended Things With A Single Father…
I would say it’s not the kid, but I’d be lying
Recently, I ended things with the man I’ve been seeing over a year.
A fact for bonus points, though, I’ve known him for 30 years, and he is one of my oldest friends. Great guy, salt of the Earth, just solid people.
I believed in us. So much so that I helped him through an active addiction that nearly triggered a relapse for me. So much so that I did something I never thought I would do, and that is let another girl child get close to my heart. After the passing of my own daughter, I said I would never again do this to myself.
Now look at where we are.
However, I digress. Allow me to explain myself, lest you people believe I’m some type of evil StepBitch, just pointing my well-manicured nails at chores children must do, while having another child spit polish my Louboutins. False.
I would never allow a child to spit on my Louboutins. That’s disgusting.
The Weekend Dad
It seemed that my ex had different ideas about parenting than I did. And by different ideas, I mean that anything she did was perfectly fine, and I was to take it and smile. She was to run our household, and I could just sit back and watch it occur.
