When
I had a baby, everything changed.
Not just my jean and bra size—which went up exponentially— or my bank account balance—which disappeared faster than the “good” potato salad at the family reunion—but also, my psyche changed. My mentality, my daily emotional state of being, my relationships and how I looked at the world around me changed – all of it was different. All of it mattered and none of it mattered. If it wasn’t leading toward the best possible life for me, my child and her future, it was up for grabs.
Having a child made a ‘garage sale at the 24th hour’ out of my life. I was willing to let go of anything and anyone who no longer served me, us or our highest good – and I was willing to do it at all costs or at no cost. It’s why I left my daughter’s father just after her first birthday and moved out of state with her, without his permission, a few months later.
For those who want to read the whole thing in context
SUNDAY ‘NOIRE: ‘The Best Man: The Final Chapters’ Showed Me What I Refused To See
The coparenting scene in ‘The Best Man: Final Chapters’ had this author ugly-crying and apologizing to the ghost of her daughter’s father
madamenoire.com
This shows that a lot of these so called single mothers made themselves single mothers. she had the child and dipped.
You see, I, too—and I suspect many other women—have had to make the incredibly difficult decision to become a single parent. And don’t get it twisted – it *is* a decision for many of us. It’s a decision to either continue living a life that does not serve us but maintains some semblance of stability or leaving to serve ourselves, show our children what love is not and what self-love is.
