Single Mom Fridays

That's supposed to be funny. But I hate my life right now.

I hate being a single mom.

Don't get me wrong, I love my son to death, he's the best thing that ever happened to me. He's amazing. I would do anything for him.

But I hate being alone. I hate raising him alone.

I really hate that my mom says she did it alone. She didn't do it alone. She had my dad, even though they weren't together. They each took turns with me... meaning my mom had her own time. The only Brandi time I've had in the last month was 45 minutes out with Cerrissa and Joseph 2 weeks ago. And going to apply for jobs. And my stupid doctor's appointment last Tuesday.

I'm depressed. I hate that the people that I talk to on a regular basis are spread out across the US... I hate that my best friends are 24+ hours away.

No, no. I really just hate him. I hate him for not even acknowledging his son. I hate him for putting his hands on me, for being verbally and emotionally abusive. I hate him for not giving me any support, emotionally nor monetarily. I hate him. I hate him so much.