Today I have to probably do the hardest thing I could imagine. I am sending my son to visit his father. How is that a hard thing? Well as of Valentine’s day I became officially divorced. I have had to go to court twice this year to prove that I am a capable mother to our son. I went out and found a job after being unemployed for almost 3 years. I happily took on the title of Working Single Mom. See I had taken care of our son since before he was even born. I went to his doctor’s appointments by myself, took him to his WIC appointments by myself, and found him a dentist who has told me he has very healthy teeth. I am the woman who changed countless cloth diapers the first 2 years of his life. I did laundry for his father, myself, and our sweet son. I did whatever it took to make sure he went to a daycare that gave him that extra TLC when it comes to his learning. At the age of 3 my son is running, playing, and talking. I love when he looks up to me and say I love you. That was my 4th of July gift this year. His teacher’s would have been so proud of him if they had heard it themselves. To some people I might sound like a bitter, angry, woman who is trying to move on with her life. Well it is true. The problem is I am a nice girl next door that feel for the wrong guy. It took me a long time to figure out my parents were right…this guy was not the right one for me. After today I am going to begin working out a lot of emotions and writing them out. My goal is to someday inspire people who have been in bad relationships. There is life afterwards and I am going to find out what that life is.