Wednesday, October 28, 2015

"No Labels...just Life" blog: My Poor Son

My son is growing up with a slurry of men in his life. I left his dad and then one, two,  three, four boyfriends later, I'm hoping that this relationship sticks. 

Maybe it's because I just say yes to whoever will have me. Actually, I think that's pretty much it.

Until I'm with a guy - then I latch on like there's no tomorrow, no yesterday...only right now, this...

My poor son.

I feel like a terrible mother.

I left.

I was the one.

I broke his father's heart.

And now his father is dying of congestive heart failure...

With a six-year old boy the only one to take care of him...

Because mom is off with her boyfriend.

"Which one is it this time?" his dad will ask.

Actually, that's a lie. His dad doesn't want to know any more. He just wants his son safe and happy.

So do I.

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