Sometimes I really hate being a single mom.

I know it's a repost...of a repost. I don't care. I love my son more than air but I've cried myself to sleep more times than I can count. And now I'm hoping to start grad school after I've already missed so much of his life....and I wish I could explain I'm trying to do this for both of us but no explanation gives me back the Goodnight kisses I've missed or the first basketball practices. And without his dad in the picture I just hope more than anything he doesn't feel like I pass him off to people.

I know this seems long and it's a sob story but I may have just ended another relationship simply bc I have a son. There is even more time wasted and I should stop trying. It's hard wanting someone else to join this chaos when even I wish I could trade it in sometimes. I know I never would- but I also feel like my boy would be better off with someone who could have a steady schedule or be a SAHM. *Insert Angela telling me I shouldn't have been a whore*

Okay I think I'm done. Just a hard night and needed to vent and this picture hit home. I will probably wake up in the morning less emotional and delete it. Thanks for reading this far.

Tl;dr: it's a single mom image series so a single mom story followed.