The story of my third child and second son:
On the vacation (mentioned in the previous post) I hooked up with a man that I had been talking to online. I was planning on moving to the state we were vacationing in, and he gave us the tour of his city. We did the whole she-bang…looked at houses big enough for both of our families, I looked in the classifieds for work there. Our daughters were close in age and became instant friends. One night as we were cuddling, I asked him if he wanted more kids, and if he wanted a boy or girl. He said he wasn’t ready for kids right now. I repeated – “boy or girl” and he said he wanted a boy. Eventually. But not right now.
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The story of my 2nd child and first son.
His father and I met on the afore-mentioned MUD, and were members of the same “family”. We talked a good bit, and he challenged me with: “Here’s the link to my local newspaper. Apply for one and only one job. If you get it, you were meant to move. I’ve talked to my friend, and you can stay with us for 2 weeks while you find an apartment and get settled in.”
Continue reading “Don’t Shake the Tree part II”
I was sitting here in my depressed state, and I had the following amazing realization:
My 3 children have 3 different fathers. Out of these 3 men, the one that I thought would be the absolute flakiest–the one who was ADAMANT about not having children–is the only one that maintains any kind of contact.
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Our heroine has finally bitten the bullet and agreed to publish a blog in order to help sort through the many muddled thoughts in her head. At the tender age of 33, and as a single mother of 3, she is about to embark on the journey we hope will all rescue her from the doldrums of depression. Why? Well, something from a favorite TV show keeps running on an endless loop in her head – “The power of 3 will set us free”.