I never really thought being a mom would be something I was good at, but I really kind of am. I never could have imagined the amount of love I now encompass for this brown-eyed, two tooth, little boy. Just the thought of him makes my world turn a little faster.

There are just some parts of my life that keep me going. One of those is my friends. Fucking amazing, man, not even words…

I’m stuck. I have a child with a man I hate. A job that is slowly eroding my faith in the world. And a roomate who I really wish would die. So many things need to change, but where do I start? And how do I know if I’m strong enough? I try to keep a sense of humor about it, but one person can only take so much.