I'm losing my f***ing mind over here while my husband is gone. But I know I'm not alone.
Having to guide my boys on my own, take care of them and make plans for us has made me brave. They rely on me for their basic survival, not to mention emotional support, and I will not let my own fears or insecurities get in the way of that responsibility.
I had such an overwhelming response to my last blog post, in which I described my recent trip to Arizona and how having some
Getting divorced isn't the end goal. It's the start of being divorced. There's a bigger picture, a longer race. It's an art we strive to master and it takes so much work. So pace yourself, my friends. It seems more and more like at least half of us are in it together.
I started my single mom journey thinking I had to be everything to my boys, but now I know it's not true, or even possible. And it's not even necessary. Of all the things I can't do, or do well enough, I've been lucky to find others who will enrich my boys' lives and pick up the slack.
I'm a single mom, and I live with my two boys, ages five and seven, all by myself. I've become adept at managing the day-to-day routine alone. In fact, the idea of asking for help at this point is almost embarrassing. To me, relying on someone, asking for help, means I'm weak and needy.
Sunday, June 15 is Father's Day -- the one day of the year when the mainstream media and much of the public pretend to actually value fatherhood and the role of a father in the modern family. For the remaining 364 days, the role of fathers in the family is discounted, downplayed, taken for granted or seen as optional. Fathers are attacked by a court system that unfairly and disproportionately refuses them custody of their children. Attacked by the media that all too often, and wildly out of proportion to reality, portrays them as bumbling, villainous or incompetent.