SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL SINGLE MOM
Too often advice is given that would never be taken.
SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL SINGLE MOM
Too often advice is given that would never be taken.
Since divorce I am learning to become self-reliant in so many areas. Vehicle problems, basement flooding, child behavioral issues, financial struggles and more. Once upon a time these things were shared with a person who made them appear bigger and more problematic then they genuinely were. Money can be made, cars can be fixed, kids turn out ok in the end, and after hours of pumping water the basement will dry.
Being self-reliant is way better then relying on an unreliable person!
I have often considered getting a “normal” job, an 8-5 5 days a week job, but I know I could not make the same amount of money! Some days I work 14 hours other days I work 3. And sometimes I’m actually “off”. Yes, it’s hard work. Yes, I’m still tired. But it’s worth it in the end.
Television and media make Entrepreneurs look glamorous. They do not show the dirt, the grime, the sweat, or the work it took to reach their end result. Although my self-employed job is not my first choice, it was a devoted choice that has taken a lot of perseverance and hard work. We started with literally $.00 in our pockets… We started from scratch and kept On scratching. We’ve not attained the “end desire,” but we are close. Days like today challenge my thoughts. I want to flip off the bigwigs while I work 10 hours doing all the work.
Is it worth it? Oh yes! VERY worth it!! My schedule normally consists of working Tuesday through Thursday for approximately 5-6 hours each day. Although for the past 2 weeks we have been working Monday- Friday, 6-10 hours. This is also a good thing, it means we are growing and going to a new (more $) stage. It will “even ou,t” and I will be back to my “normal” hours. But until
Then, I wanted to rant about the hard work.
Sincerely,
One tired, whiney titty baby
June 2014
Today marks the first day of the rest of my life. I have been in an abusive relationship for over 24 years. 4 years ago, I had the courage to call the police and file a restraining order. He changed a lot, temporarily. But not completely. I made excuses for him over and over.
As history repeats itself, I had to call the police again today so he would leave. This time is different. This time, I am not afraid to venture out on my own.
Today, I officially enter the realm of single-mom-hood. Wish me well.
5 CommentsYou pushed me to the edge
Of where I was afraid to jump
You pushed me further off the ledge
My fears I was forced to confrontI took the plunge with shaking courage
Not for me but for the kids
For the kids I stayed in marriage
Entangled in insanities bondageNow I spread my wings to fly
No longer held in prison bars
Anxious to soar towards the sky
Soon to be amongst the stars