Posts tagged ‘daughter’

July 11, 2010

The view through her eyes~

This morning while we were out for a walk, I gave carlos (the camera) to the PIT and told her to give it a whirl.

She loves to take pictures and she’s actually rather good at operating the complex beast that is carlos.

She carefully put the camera around her neck and trotted off to her favorite spot…the bridge

Then she and Carlos headed down the path to check out the flowers

Not only did she manage to capture some great shots…..

Looking over her pictures I realized something…

How amazing the view is through her eyes...

July 1, 2010

What color was my what?!

It was once said that I was lucky that I hadn’t been burnt so bad by love that Id completely given up.

Clearly a memo was missed.

I happen to think that having your “husband” cheat on you with not one but two crackwhores, in your own home, while you’re giving birth is the kinda burn that can leave an incredibly massive blister on your heart.   And that’s only part of the fire Ive endured with misplaced love.

Shit, I have an entire post dedicated to reasons that I WONT date, plus I revoked my own rights to date until I was 30.

Fuck that noise….Im done. Keeping my heart in my pocket bitches.

Mhhmmmm….thats what Ive said for the last 7 years.

I convinced myself ages ago that there would be no happily ever after for me, it was going to be me and the PIT until she turned 18 and leaves me to chase her dreams (not boys) thus leaving me….destined to be the old cat lady. I wasn’t super stoked about it or anything but I had accepted it.  Ill get a fat lazy cat and yell “GET OFF MY LAWN” like Clint Eastwood did in Gran Torino.

(Badass flick btw..)

My outlook on my future as a single momma changed with one question outta the PIT’s mouth.

“What color was your wedding dress momma?”

gown

Motherfuck. It hits me. This is gonna be interesting…..

My daughter LOVES weddings….she loves everything about weddings, the music, the food, the chicken dance, (most recently she learned the Macarana) but most of all….she LOVES the brides that look like princesses.

So….how the fuck am I going to explain my “wedding”?!?!?

“I didn’t have a wedding dress” I replied.

“Why? What did you wear to the church” the PIT inquired.

*Motherfuck*

“Ahhhhhhh….well, I didn’t get married in a church.” I said

“Well then how did you get married?!” she squealed as if implying that I had been lying this whole time & never actually had been married.
*Pssshhh I wish*

“There are lots of way to get married darling…lotsa places…its not always in a church. Some people get married on a beach or in the woods or something…” I said (yeah…like that’s helping dumbass)

“Did you get married on a beach?!” the PIT asked almost hopeful
*Way to bring up the beach stupid*sweetbeach

“No.” I said as I tried to come up with some way to make this sound not so obscured in her simple lil mind. Turns out…it cant be done. “I got married at the courthouse by the Justice of the Peace” I said with a hint of shame in my voice.

*What a LAMEASS story! How disappointing! She LOVES weddings and wedding stories and I don’t have SHIT to tell her.

“Why?” she asked

“Because” —–Yes that’s all I said. So I left out the “because I was knockered” part…itll come.

“Who was there?” asked the PIT with a very puzzled look on her face….the one that says “Im not buying this because shit momma”

“Auntie” I said

“That’s IT?! She screetched “Was nana there? Or Uncle?”

shockedpeople

*Hmmm well that would have been tough considering I got married on a Saturday and called my family on Sunday night all “Oh hey btw…..I got married yesterday soooooooooo get off my back”

“Just Auntie” I said “That’s all we wanted…just a small, personal ceremony, it was very nice” I said

*Amazing I know. I managed to say that without projectile vomiting. I took a lot of Xanax but I did it.

Ill continue to do it because the PIT loves to hear stories…even though this particular story sucked and its hard for me to talk about him without wanting to puke….she loves to hear stories.

I think Id be ripping her off pretty badly if I didnt at least attempt to tell her any stories….

I think Id be ripping us both off if I didnt at least try to love again

June 16, 2010

Week 5 took us to South Dakota

Week 5 took us to South Dakota…..land of….open plains?

Bison?

rawr

Lots and lots of fields.

Oh and the Black Hills are out there (they’re pretty cool btw) but the PIT and I didn’t head that far west.

We were near Sioux Falls, SD which is a decent city…not to big, not to small townish and lots of history.

The PIT & I walked the city’s streets taking in the sites and sounds of a historic city mixed with Automania….it was awesome!

The streets of downtown Sioux Falls were packed with people and classic cars….live band playing a few blocks down on the main stage…

hello gorgeous



Damn, this mama is ROCKIN the ink

We met up with my little brother (the PIT adores her Uncie) and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to snap this pic….

Double trouble

it melts my heart to see my brother and my daughter together….they’re both trouble ftr but I love em both!

Uncie even made certain the PIT got to see “Doc Hudson” from the movie “Cars”!

Apparently people didn't notice I was trying to take a picture. MOVE your asses damnit!

They finally made their way through the crowd

Way to not look at the camera Uncie

Not far from the busy, chaotic streets of downtown Sioux Falls is the gorgeous Falls Park.  We ventured up the road to check it out and found a few cool stops along the way.

2 party animals up on the roof

Sidewalk sculptures!

More sidewalk sculptures

Why yes that is a horse drawn carriage on the city street...South Dakota

Trottin along

Finally, we had made it to Falls Park….the PIT was frickin giddy! She LOVES this park…..

as soon as she heard the water falls she bolted squealing "weeeeee" the entire way

it is a gorgeous park...

the sound of the water pouring over the rocks is almost narcotic

the rapids almost hypnotic

add these over-dramatic, yet gorgeous eyes into the mix and it's pure bliss

She’s happy…really….she’s THAT good at making those puppy dog eyes at any given moment. It’s annoying

And then she says “I bet you won’t come out on these rocks mama…I bet you’re afraid”

The smirk on her face as she so clearly provokes me makes me giddy…the girls got a playful spunk!

“Pssssh. Bet I’m not” I replied as any normal 30 year old would

Ah the things I do for this kid....

“Take THAT” I said but she didn’t even hear me because she was to busy laughing her little ass off…apparently she found my rock hopping amusing.

I was just relieved I made it off the gawddamn rocks without breaking anything….I’m not the most graceful creature…ever.

Having proven myself ‘not afraid’ we were ready to hit the trail….and oh what a view….

.......

MomStar Mission at Falls Park……HUGE success! Neither one of us will forget this Friday night for quite some time….

Mission, accomplished.

June 6, 2010

Sunshine, swings and smiles (updated)

Week 4…..

This week’s MomStar Mission took us to the park….and I got on a tire swing for the first time in….well…..feels like it’s been a lifetime ago!

Click on the pic and take a look the video~

Alright so let’s update this.

Slacker.

Tried to post an awesome video instead of telling you about our week of MomStar Missions and random acts of adventure.

My apologies….I suck. And not in the way @grandpabasement tells people either…he’s a fibber.


As I mentioned before, one of our MomStar Missions was mani & pedi’s for the PIT & I.

Lemme tell ya….someone LOVES this mission. She’s already asking when we can go back!

She needs to calm down…….bwahahahhahaha…the PIT, calm down?! Yeah right! If she did I’d have to take her to the doctor.

Thursday night I took the PIT to her new favorite place….Daisy Nails.

She ooo’ed and awww’ed at the wall full of colors to choose from.

She’s the type of person who, like her mother, should have less options to choose from because having THAT many choices is overwhelming and it can become rather time consuming just trying to pick ONE color. So, she picked two. And once I convinced her that the woman was NOT going to paint every other nail in alternate shades but that she could paint her toes one color and her fingernails the other, we proceeded.

(the woman was actually very nice and said she wouldn’t mind painting her tiny toes in alternate colors but that wasn’t the point. Mama said ‘no’. Although I do greatly appreciate the kindness of people, a mom has to teach her lil one to respect…I *try* to maintain my momground although….I’m guilty of caving to the pressure of those big brown eyes. Now I just don’t look at her;) Wait, where was I going with this? Damnit.)

Oh yes….we proceeded!

The PIT giggled when the chair started to shake beneath her….a relaxing massage for most was a friggin gigglefest for the PIT!

The entire salon echoed with her laughter when she got her little feet scrubbed…on the bottoms…..where she’s most ticklish!

If I could bottle that sound and save it for all eternity just to brighten any given moment, I would.

The PIT’s nails turned out gorgeous and she was a bit beyond excited to rock her last day of second grade with pretty nails. Feels damn good to put sparkle in her eyes

#fuckyesImaMomStar

Really a GREAT color...good eye girlie

She about stuck her foot right in your eye trying to MAKE SURE you see the daisy….

oooooo pretty (Oh and mine look tits as well!)

Gorgeousness! I even treated myself to a manicure and then proceeded to burn myself while my nails were DRYING….mhmm, Im THAT graceful. What did I burn myself on? Well…..

Even the 8 yr old managed to dry her nails without injury

See the thingy where her hands are….there are light bulbs up in there….and they’re hotter than Hades! Motherfuck that burn hurt all weekend reminding me what a klutz I can be….now it just looks gross….

Super classy, I know. Not everyone can manage to injury themselves at a nail salon…..add this to the never ending list of ridiculous shit I’ve done….


The PIT finished the 2nd grade with outstanding reports on Friday.

Saturday she took offense when I called her a second grader.

excuuuuse me. One day out and she’s already lippy!

(I have NO idea where she gets that)

Sunday was MomStar Adventure day and our goal was French Park.

As I’m sure you might have noticed from the video (that I cannot get to post right so all I have is this lil linkydink)…we had a fanfuckingtastic day!!

This week’s MomStar Adventure involves a trip to Nanas!


June 3, 2010

I am not a Choice Mom. I’m a Mom with a Choice and a Voice

This is interesting….mostly because the quote below..the sperm one….yeah, that one. I said it. Apparently it’s caused a rukus and I am getting no credit for it what-so-ever. I take that back. A very large sperm bank, known nationally,  is now following yours truly on twitter and you know how twitter makes me feel famous.  (Plus-the avatar is a lil spermy swimming around which I find amusing) That’s my kinda credit! Thanks for the follow @cryobank

@KatWilder said this:

Yeah, I know I just wrote about choice moms, but I then I got a tweet from Singlemommyhood —“Thanks for the sperm, but I’ll take it from here.”

OK, tweeting something like that gets someone’s attention; it certainly got mine. It’s provocative, if a tad antagonistic toward men. Kind of like a guy tweeting — Thanks for the sex, but you’re just a piece of ass to me, so I’ll take it from here.

Feel good?

As it turns out, the mom who wrote that isn’t a choice mom; she’s divorced, like I am. But, that’s an odd attitude to promote in a discussion about
supporting choice mothers, isn’t it?

When I read this I honestly laughed so hard I almost pissed myself.  All I could hear was the theme song from “Dexter” except it’s starring me and my slides of sperm I keep from each of my sexual endeauvours just in case I want a baby at some point later on.

CLEARLY, that was my objective all along. At the age of seventeen I knew it was my destiny to become the “She-Dexter of DNA”.

Damnit. Did it again. Almost pissed myself laughing so hard but come on…..can’t you just see the pilot episode now?! I’m totally casting the donors in my mind right now….

I honestly do not see the relation between what I said and “thanks for the poontang” but whatever…opinions are like assholes….some assholes are more….well, narrow, than others.

So here’s the deal @Kat, you’re right. I am not a choice mom as it’s defined as “being a single woman who proactively decides to build a family on her own.”

I did not proactively decide to build a family on my own.

I was given the gift of motherhood from a greater power than my own decision making and I made the proactive choice to pursue a healthy, safe and loving home for my gift, now known as the PIT, even after the man that I once loved and trusted for several years, chose to crumble to his knees sucking the Devils dick aka smoking meth

(ever met a meth addict Kat? Ever watched them twitch with paranoia wondering who or what is around them….ever looked into a meth addicts eyes to see nothing, no soul… You say I’m divorced just like you so tell me…did your husband try to kill you or steal the baby from you? Did you fear for your life? How exactly am I at all like you? PS-Having terminated parental rights puts me way past this full custody thing you speak of.  Please don’t insult my lawyer. She fought her ass off for me and the PIT.)

There is a difference.  Recently I stumbled upon Mikki Morrissette and ChoiceMoms.

I assure you…there IS a difference between ‘them’ and ‘moms like me’. I think Ms. Morrissette says it best here

“To me, obviously anyone who is a single parent is a single parent and we share a lot of the same stresses because of it. So there is a circle that we are all in. But women who proactively become a single parent from the very start do not need to talk about child support, and tension with the ex, and tremendous loss and trauma for her and child, and custody battles. We tend to need to talk — a lot — about HOW to conceive or adopt, and then how to handle newborn baby boot camp, and then how to talk about the lack of a father, or being donor conceived. Those are very different party conversations so I see no problem in having our own “club” in which to talk about it. It’s not a matter of Choice Moms “counting” more. It’s about what we need to talk about and finding women in the same situation to talk to — at my Choice Mom networking events, this website, the discussion board, the podcast, the books.”

If things had been different in my life…if I were at a point in my life where I was financially able to and if at that point in my life I wanted a child, yet had no manfriend,  I would have no problem dialing up @cryobank and getting some sperm

(calm down. I know it’s not that easy, I’m actually in awe at what some women go through trying to get pregnant. I’m very well aware of how blessed I am…I also made the proactive choice to not abuse this God given fertility.  My tubes are tied and fried, I’m on the pill and I’m a tease…eye candy at best…touch me and I’ll shoot you. I have ISSUES)

So what’s my point here? I don’t give a shit how one got to parenthood, what matters is how you handle your gift of guidance aka parenting.  I like the variety of moms and dads I’ve met over the years. Married, single, bitter, romantic, gay, solo, not so solo….whatever….I enjoy hearing the stories behind the parents, perhaps that is why I’m so friggin fabulous….we all have a story, I like to hear em and I like to be the obnoxious foul mouthed cheerleader for single moms, single dads and whom ever else I feel is worthy of my effort. Am I a big deal? Only in my mind but so what.

When I left that comment at Singlemommyhood, the one that was taken out of context and twisted into what would be a badass show, I was there simply showing support for mothers…ALL mothers, something I do often and won’t be easing up on anytime soon.

My mistake Kat, you’re right, I’m not a Choice Mom. I applaud those who are and to them I say “WooHooo! Welcome to motherhood!!”

I’m a mom with a choice and a voice. I use both and I use them well.

As for your question of “are fathers irrelevant”…..

Don’t be silly. Of course they are not irrelevant. DNA doesn’t make a father, it makes a baby.

I stand by my previous statement. There’s more to being a dad than DNA. Act the part or get the fuck out.

My favorite quote from Mikki is this:  Can we do things alone? Yes. Is that the goal? No.

Perfectly said, thank you Ms. Morrisette.

Did I want to do this alone at the time? Nope.

Like I said I’m not a choice mom, I’m a mom with a choice and I didn’t sign up for this shit….I was GIVEN it and it’s been the greatest gift I never knew I wanted.

Let me set this straight for you @KatWilder

Yes. There is a difference in Choice Moms vs Moms with a Choice.

Is that difference relevant? Nope. At the end of the day we’re all still parents who love our children and do our best to raise them well.

I bet if you take a look around at some of the Choice Moms who have older children now…..I bet they are fabulous and captivating creatures that are nowhere near doomed simply because they were raised my one parent.

Before you pass out anymore judgement miss thang, do your research first.

http://notyouraveragesinglemomma.com/2010/04/05/chapter-9final-in-the-book-of-meth/

http://notyouraveragesinglemomma.com/sometimes-being-a-single-mom-blows/

http://notyouraveragesinglemomma.com/2010/04/29/do-as-i-say-not-as-i-do/

http://notyouraveragesinglemomma.com/2010/04/25/i-didnt-sign-up-for-shit-i-was-given-this/

http://notyouraveragesinglemomma.com/2010/04/07/the-dad-issue/

http://notyouraveragesinglemomma.com/2010/04/06/she-misses-her-what/

http://notyouraveragesinglemomma.com/2009/04/

http://notyouraveragesinglemomma.com/2009/06/18/just-so-you-know/

http://notyouraveragesinglemomma.com/2009/06/18/fine-not-all-men-are-assclowns/

That should keep you busy for a bit

PS—Choice Moms out there……#assslap  Sending you all my warm fertile vibes…..best wishes!! I’m not gonna lie.

Being a mom ROCKS

(even when being a single mom blows)

May 30, 2010

Adventures of a MomStar week two

It’s Sunday?! Where the hell did week two go?!? Guess I got all wrapped up in my MomStar missions, chasing adventures and laughing that I lost track of time.

Did I get to all the things on this week’s list? No….only because I got side tracked with spontaneous and random acts of summer fun.

While I did accomplish of few of the challenges on my list

IE: Carlos was with me at all times and did come in handy quite often, I drank milk and ate like a normal person again, and I did make sure to remind the PIT how much I love her.  I had plenty of opportunities to tell her how proud I am to be her mom…

this week she graduated from her first year in track & field earning herself a Certificate of Excellence and ice cream (which she declared that she loved and that she would marry it, eat it and divorce it if she could.)

On Wednesday she rocked the shit out of the school talent show.  She was in the grand finale’ (of course-making it IMPOSSIBLE for me to sneak out early)

She stood proudly in the front row along with her classmates as they danced together on the dance routine you could tell, they had all worked very hard on.

The PIT loves to dance….and I love standing in the back, smiling with pride, snapping pics of my little dancing queen. And nothing feels like better that seeing your child totally giddy with her besties!

In addition to the big things at school….things got HUGE at home.

Yup. The pool opened early and all was right in the PIT’s world.  She’s only been counting down the days to the pool’s opening since October…..she was beyond friggin giddy and into her bathing suit in about 15 seconds flat.  With that, I skipped learning Yoga and put a hold on game night and I took the PIT to the pool where she swam till dark….

giving Tay and I the opportunity to hang out by the pool and soak up the sun….and wine

Friday was track & field day at teh PIT’s school and I had a lunch date with my favorite track stars

We had a picnic lunch on the front lawn at the school where the PIT’s teacher also joined us. The girls felt super cool eating lunch with their teacher AND the mom that all the kids stare at wondering if those were real tattoo’s or if I had just drawn on my arm with a pen.

(One kid made me spit wash my arm to prove I hadn’t just doodled on myself. Yes, I took the dare of an 8 year old and I won so he had to prove he could do the splits. He can. OW!)

After I proved myself to a herd of 8 year olds I was allowed on the playground.  The sun was bright in the perfect blue sky…kids were giggling….the sound of jump ropes hitting the pavement….it was almost narcotic.  I could not have asked for a better moment, memory to share with my daughter.

The girls dared me to jump rope with them so of course I did….I couldn’t let the children down for fucks sake.  I managed to jump rope with the girls and none of us were hurt in the process which is HUGE for the PIT & I who are incredibly graceful creatures.

Week two may not have stuck to the list entirely but considering the time was very well spent….I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Plus, thanks to my slacking I have most of week 3′s list ready to go!






May 16, 2010

Well way to freaking go Beyonce’

Did you hear?

Beyonce’ is completely responsible for every single girl that ends up grinding and dry humping a fucking stage across the country.

She’s turned our daughters into little spandex covered sluts.

Mhmmm, ALL Beyonce’s fucking fault.

At least that’s what I heard and you know how I love to blow the bullshit whistle

(yes, I keep making up new & useful whistles)

so here we go~

I’m a mother

(damn good one at that)

My daughter is 8 and in case you missed it….she’s incredibly gorgeous. No lie…she really is.

She has her mother’s long & lean figure but she has dark hair and stunning eyes

Her personality is no match to her beauty either…this kid is pretty amazing.

Recently, at family fun nite, the PIT danced to Beyonce’s “Shoulda put a ring on it”

a catchy lil tune that has apparently caused quite a ruckus

Granted, the PIT was wearing her regular jeans & t-shirt and not a skimpy dance outfit but none the less, this is still Beyonce’s fault right?

Really?

Really people?!

The PIT & the kids in this other story were NOT dancing on a pole for money.

They were dancing to a song, a rather popular song that the PIT, like many other kids, heard on Alvin and the Chipminks.

Technically. Its the chipmunks fault.

Furry little bastards.

The Chipmunks are totally to blame for strippers.

Right?

Just blame SOMETHING, SOMEONE right?

No sane woman would ever willingly dance on a pole for money.

Right?

Bullshit.

She would if she had bills to pay, tuition to pay, a child to feed…

she would if she needed to in order to survive.

It has nothing to do with Beyonce or the chimpunks.

Why does anyone have to be at fault?

Seriously, doom my daughter, shake your finger at me because my daughter danced

(very well)

to a Beyonce song?

I think not.

My daughter is raised by ME….not a song or pop star.

I’m way cooler than any pop star anyway

I’m fully aware that my daughter is gorgeous and if not raised well…she would have excellent potential to use her looks in a less than favorable manor.

Which is precisely why I raise her well.

My daughter also loves to dance to Janis Joplin, Brooks & Dunn and of course, Led Zeppelin.

Wanna make something of it?

**See…..my attitude will corrupt her way before any song a furry chipmunk can sing**


So TECHNICALLY….it’s my own fault.

It’s my own fault that my daughter is allowed to listen to such crap like Beyonce and Bieber

It’s my own fault she loves all kinds of music….Bob Marley to Shinedown…the girl has excellent taste.

It’s my own fault my daughter is smart enough to know the difference between dancing to a song and dry humping a pole

It’s my own fault that the diva changes her clothes 50,000 times yet never crosses the “too risky” line

The only “risky” thing she has are her damn running shorts.

I have yet to understand why the fuck they need to be so short. What happened to knee length?!

If you ask me, its the damn clothing companies making it a bit too easy for girls to show off their junk.

The point being,

(yes I have one)

is that regardless of what the kid’s dancing to….

it doesn’t change who she’s being raised by.

Her mother.

(Who happens to be a bitch)

It won’t change the incredible person that she will grow up to be

It’s music…..lighten the fuck up

As far as the “outfits” mentioned in the article….well, lets just say this…

the PIT’s dance instructor would have changed the “outfits” after meeting a mother like me.

May 9, 2010

Being a mom rocks~

She talked the hippie into getting me a plant.

She talked Tay into paying for my Mothers Day breakfast.

She wrapped up 3 big ass boxes of clothes she found in my closet, books from my bookshelf a pair of cupcake earrings because “You only have one pair of earrings mama” and at one point even Bastardcat was in a box that the PIT was proudly holding, declaring it one more Mothers Day present.

The girl just loves to give…..

Little does she know……this card right here…..is the greatest gift of all

Her little handy work right here……is exactly why I insist

~Being a mom Rocks~

Stay out of my plants mister! No more kitty crop circles damnit!

April 29, 2010

“Do as I say, not as I do”

“Do as I say, not as I do”

maybe it’s just me but I fucking hate this quote.

It annoys me.

It’s been banned from my maternal vocabulary all together.

I’m replacing that phrase with this one,

“I’ll tell you what I’ve done & the lessons I’ve learned so that *perhaps* you won’t have to.”

You certainly can, the choice is yours.

Everyone makes their own choice to act or react and how to do so.

Have I seen it all?

Not by a long shot. 

Endured the worst imaginable?

Oh hells no

I’ve seen some shit, done some shit and thus endured some shit.

And?

I’ve learned from the shit.

Hell, I’ve even dragged some shit around on the bottoms of my shoes just so I wouldn’t step in the same shit again.

 

Does my daughter know all there is to know about her mother?

Nope. She’s 8…there are things we will discuss at a later & more appropriate time.

She does know this about her mother…she knows her mother’s tough, she’s a fighter, she cuss a lot and she loves to nap.

 (it’s true-I do)

 Most importantly, at this age, the PIT knows her mother loves her more than life itself and that she can always count on mama to be there.

 The rest of the stories- good, bad and the ugly will come in good time.

I’m not afraid….I’m not afraid of who I was or ashamed.

I wouldn’t be the woman or mother I am today without every one of those stories.

 

 

“The best brought-up children are those who have seen their parents as they are. Hypocrisy is not the parents’ first duty”
April 25, 2010

I didn’t sign up for shit–I was given this

It’s a topic that I am very passionate about. 

It’s a choice that I had to make as a mother and it’s a choice I’ve never second guessed. 

It’s a choice that many of you will never have to make. 

 For some of us parents however, we are faced with that life altering decision….it’s not as simple as you think you know. 

Perhaps if I had done it out of spite it would have been simple…it would have also been very selfish to make the choice just out of spite. 

 Yeah-even I can say that and I hate mr meth. 

 Hate him or not–that wasn’t enough to rid my childs life of him. 

It’s insulting when people jump down your throat and start bashing you for “ripping your childs father out of their life just because the relationship is over” …..

Um-DUH!  Do people really think that just because I hate my ex, that was enough to terminate his parental rights?  Not only do I personally feel that would have been a very bitchtastic thing to do someone but come on people–the courts do not give a flying fuck if the relationship is over!  I had to fight my ass off to get rid of the meth addicted, gang banging assface who tried to off me more than once!  Before you start judging another mother or father for ridding their kids life of the other “parent”–maybe you should consider this…it’s NOT an easy choice to make.  I did not go into this without having exhausted all of my efforts, researching and keeping my childs best interest in mind.  Yes, I hate my ex but that’s not why he’s never coming back into our lives again….hate is not enough.  Meth is apparently a very bad drug…idk-Ive never done it-Im antsy enough the way it is-I need NO uppers and I cannot for the life of me figure out why the hell anyone would want to be awake for 3 days straight and not eat! What the shit?! I just don’t get it and Im just fine with that. 

What I also dont get is this guilt trip people assume that they are going to send  me on with things like “Kids need their dads” (yeah-Im aware of that. I’m all for GOOD dads. Theres a difference in a dad and an addict)

 or “People can change” (Uh huh, Im aware of this too. Recovery after meth is highly unlikely but still possible)

and my favorite “This is forever you know!” (Yes, I do know. Just like Im aware that all my tattoos are forever…IM AWARE) 

I get that people can change, shit, Ive even seen it once!

 And? 

Where my child’s safety is concerned, I have no problem ridding an addict from our lives. 

If he cleans up someday (bwahahahahahhahahahahahaha…fuck. Im funny) it’s good to know that he’ll have to fight his ass off just as hard as I did. 

 That’s the difference between us–I’ll fight till the death for my child–he won’t..he’s not able to anymore–he’s THAT cracked out of his mind.

Still, there are people out there who will judge me & other mothers who have made the same difficult decision.  Alright then….let’s think about this…

Now, what if I had stayed?

What if I hadn’t terminated his rights?

I can tell you exactly what would have become of my daughter and me. 

We would be dead. 

How’s that for ‘forever’? 

Or how about this-I could have stayed and taken the chance that my child might someday EAT one of my husbands rocks that he’s dropped-again. 

Have you ever seen what meth does to a child who eats it? I have-it’s fucking ugly.

Have you ever seen the rash that babies sensative skin gets from a meth addicts touch?  Yeah-that shit seeps out the pours through sweat…not only does it stink but it also irritates sensative skin. Now what the fuck do you think that shit is doing to your BRAIN if its able to EAT MY SKIN dumbass. Eating holes in your brain-literally-holes that do not just grow back.

Ever had your husband look at you with empty cold eyes…wondering if you’re bugged or the babies bugged?

Ever ran for your life with nothing but the baby in your car–seriously-just the baby and when you get to safehouse you realize that you didnt grab formula or diapers because you were THAT scared.

I only spent a short time with the meth addict….playing his games, fearing for my life, my childs life….

My daughter was barely a year old but in that year I knew there was no way in hell he was going to clean up anytime soon and I was done risking my life trying to “pretend” like I have a family.  I didnt intend to be a single parent, I didnt sign up for this….I was dealt a hell of a hand and I played it very fucking well. 

It’s taken me far to long to see this.  I didn’t sign up for this–I was GIVEN this opportunity to be a mother, a damn good one at that.

I don’t argue that having a dad (not an addict) is important to kids….especially to little girls…but not having a dad doesnt make my child any less advantaged than any other kid.

Not having a man around does not mean our lives are incomplete or that my kid is doomed to a life of hardship…

And making the choice to legally terminate an addicts parental rights does not make me a bad mother—it makes me a strong mother, a mother who faced her fears and never lets her daughter forget that she’s was loved