Bring Out The Violins
Sometimes being a single parent can make you seem, well, melodramatic. And aside from school trips to the symphony, being serenaded by violins is just not my thing. Anyway, who has time for pity parties anyway? But you and I both know that sometimes, hell, most times, being a single parent (SP) sucks. It’s you all the time, just you. So consider this your respite. A place you can leave a comment to tell it like it is, where no one will judge you or make you feel bad. No one will roll their eyes and tell you how bad it is for them too, when their spouse is on the golf course or working late.
Everyone has a story. Mine begins with a rather amicable divorce and begins again when my ex-husband dies. Talk about no back-up.
What’s your story?
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