LACTATION CLASS AND HUSBANDS
I got a kick out of this over at Mom Solo, a blog written by a single mother who is one by choice. I didn’t sign up for single motherhood per se, but I’m here in it, and I found this post very telling.
For a long time I was embarrassed to be a single mother. With my daughter, I always made sure to chime in that “I was with her father for years!” Maybe if I threw that out I wouldn’t be judged. The second time around I was married, and when my marriage went south and we divorced, I was faced with stigma of being a single mom, with two kids, with…..different dads. So with my son, I find myself making sure I mention his dad was my “ex-husband, ” so people will not think badly of me. I carried this on for a while, even gaining a fictitious husband when I moved to DC. I am learning that this type of lie is another part of “mommy guilt.” I felt guilty because I didn’t stay with the father’s of my children, therefore not giving them a traditional family (whatever that is now days). I am letting go of that guilt slowly, but surely. My marital status is not a direct indicator of what kind of mother I am or what kind of person I am.
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My Life Uncensored 
Hi there- new single parent (also divorced) . I find myself doing the same thing – was with her dad for a looonnng time! Who cares right? gotta work on that… 🙂
STILL HURTING
When we started out together
You were my world; the sweetest,
But not too long thereafter
Your sincerity was put to test.
When we were still together
Morning, noon, and night,
You were there for me;
Now I wake up in the morning
I reach out my hand for you,
Your space is empty.
Now that you’re gone from my life
My days I live in sorrow;
Now that I’m nobody’s wife
I feel so painfully hollow.
I can never love again
On that I’m hell-bent;
To experience this pain again
I’m determined to prevent.
I’ve been left to wander alone
By one who’s supposed to be my darling;
I’ve been beaten black-and-blue
And I’m still crying;
I’m swimming in my tears
Instead of soaring in the air;
I’ve been stabbed in the heart
And I’m still bleeding;
I can never love again,
I’m still hurting.