It's not easy being a single mom. As a single parent, you have to take on double the parenting duty. Other issues can make this even more complex. For example, some young moms write about what to do if my boyfriend is an alcoholic. Please share your experience and wisdom. As you will see, these problems require a great support system, time management skills and top-notch parenting techniques. If you have tips to share with other single moms or just want to help other single mothers and single parents out there, then tell us your story.
A few years ago, I posted a story titled "Life Is An Awful Ugly Place Not To Have A Best Friend."
My son Jason is now going on 2 years old and he's the most enthusiastic little boy ever. Taylor and I live together but we're not married or anything. I just gave birth to our daughter Arabella Lorraine about a month ago. Jason loves his little sister and Taylor has started working as an assistant in a Law Firm downtown. Colton and I are still in touch and he's even expecting his own child soon. Taylor and I are not really dating or married, but we also don't see other people. We're friends who have kids. It sounds incredibly crazy, but it works for us. We don't have to please each other, but we love how it ends up playing out that way. We're just like friends with benefits, but our benefits happen to be our children. If we do get married someday, then that's great. But we're not pushing for a wedding anytime soon. Hopefully we're not pushing for anymore kids anytime soon, but we're just waiting for what the future brings.
Playing Mommy and Daddy.I was 18 when I fell pregnant to a co-worker. We were not really dating, but we weren't seeing other people. Well one day , I'd been feeling sick and on my lunch break, I went and bought a pregnancy test. Positive. I was so scared and I just sat there and looked at it. I told Michael and I told him it was definitely his. He told me he'd be supportive of whatever I did, which surprised me.
I was about 6 months into my pregnancy when we found out it was a boy. We were so happy, but Michael started becoming distant. He stopped calling, stopped texting, and stopped coming to doctors appointments with me. I kept working to provide for the baby since I was the only one left in his life now. I ended up going into labor at my desk and I was rushed to the hospital. As I was getting settled in from the hospital, I expected a call or a text from Michael after I called saying I was going into labor. He ignored me and I finally accepted I was alone.
Since I had nobody here with me at the hospital, a young medical student named Dell became my pushing coach. He held my hand and was there for me throughout my labor time. Finally 7 hours later, my son was here. He was beautiful.
6 lbs. 15 oz.
18 inches long.
Mason William Johnson.
After I gave birth, I received a text from Michael asking if I could send him a picture of the baby for instagram purposes. I sent back a picture of a baby from the internet and said "here, post this one because it's just as fake as you." He was angry and I told him no, and to never contact me again. I was so mad he left and then had the nerve to ask for a picture to post on instagram.
Dell and I bonded over the fact he helped deliver my son and he was a teenage parent as well. He has a daughter who is 5 years old. Dell and I are very close friends now and we share an apartment so it's easier on both of us. Michael has only seen Mason once, and I've heard now he's gotten another girl pregnant. It's pathetic. Mason only needs me because I'm going to play mommy and daddy to my little boy. Dell and I take turns babysitting whenever the other one has prior commitments. I don't mind, but I didn't picture it this way. I love Mason and I'm the only parent he needs.
Trust turns into Pain.I was a junior in high school. I met this senior whom I'd had a crush on for as long as I can remember. We begin dating immediately and over the summer, we were inseparable. Always together, always in love. We'd been dating for about 7 months when we decided to have sex for the first time. He'd taken my virginity and I knew I wanted to only be with him. We continued to have sex for a while and one day the condom ripped. I was so scared and turns out, it was a false alarm. So I told him we needed to hold off on sex for a while to avoid this happening again. He agreed and told me he loved me.
We had reached our one year and things were getting serious. We had sex again on our one year and it was magical. I'd ended up taking him to my senior prom and he proposed to me after the dance. I was shocked, and I was in love, but I knew I wasn't ready for marriage. So I said no because I didn't think we were ready. He was hysterical. He started freaking out and I told him he needed to calm down and I assured him I didn't love him any less. So he asked me to prove it. We ended up having sex in his truck after prom. As time went by and graduation was coming, he kept dropping hints about marriage again and kids this time and I knew I wasn't anywhere near ready for that. So I broke it off.
He became a nightmare for me. Never stopped calling me, texting me, and he kept showing up at my house with flowers asking for me back. I blocked him from everything and he seemed to stop. Graduation had come and I had been going steady with this guy for a month or so and we were adorable together. My ex boyfriend Adam* was very jealous. The last night I worked before I was supposed to leave for college, my new boyfriend Charlie* had come by and visit me. I had to lock up the store and as soon as I did, I walked quickly to my car. I didn't know Adam was there. He picked me up from behind and dragged me behind the building. He told me he loved me and that he wanted to marry me and make beautiful babies. I told him no and that Charlie was waiting for me so I had to go. Adam had other intentions.
He'd forced me twice behind the building before he beat me senseless. I was scared for my life. I finally passed out and as I was drifting out, he leaned down and kissed my cheek and said we'll always be together before he ran off. Charlie had called my boss earlier that morning and my boss found me behind the building. I went to the hospital and then the best thing that my family had me do, was talk to the police. I told them everything, but I was even more ashamed to tell Charlie. He kissed my hand and said we'll get through it.
After I was released from the hospital, I rested for a while before we moved earlier than we had originally planned. Charlie was so sweet to move in with me down in my new town and I told him he didn't have to stay, but he told me he wouldn't let anything else happen to me.
A about 4 months down the road, I was in counseling, and Charlie and I were getting married. Charlie and I had only made love once since the accident and I found out I was pregnant. Charlie and I were so happy that we finally had a miracle coming our way. But the doctor said I was a little bit into my second trimester. So I knew Charlie couldn't be the father. I was so devastated. I was carrying my rapists baby. I was so frustrated at the fact Adam was right, he said we'd be together forever and he made it happen.
Adam was finally arrested and a trial began because he'd pleaded not guilty. I took the stand and told my side. I was asked about my current boyfriend and my baby. I was asked for a sonogram picture by the DA and when asked who the father was, I tearfully looked down, but pointed to Adam. He'd smiled and jumped for joy when he saw he was going to be a father. I was disgusted at the fact he still thought I was his girlfriend. He asked for a private minute with me after his conviction. I told him I was disgusted by everything he did. I trusted him, loved him, and was always there for him, and he goes and does something like this to get his way. I told him he'd never see his daughter ever. She would never know of him and he would never see her. I told him if he tracked her down when he got out, he'd be sorry. He can get to me, but not my daughter.
So Charlie and I married June 30th, 2014. Our baby girl, Macy Jane was born in July. I did break my promise and Charlie and I went to see Adam so he can have one look at Macy before we take her forever. I barely let him hold her for more than 5 minutes at a time, but I knew I'd regret it if I didn't let him see her once. I look at Macy everyday and I see Adam in her face, but I see Charlie in her heart. Charlie will be the only true father Macy ever has because he's taken care of us and deserves the title as her father. Adam doesn't.
I do apologize for my lengthy and somewhat horrible story, but I love Macy and I wouldn't have traded her for anything. Charlie and I love her, despite the past. But we have an amazing future to look forward to as a family.
* names were changed.
It's Been A While.During the summer before my senior year, I was out with my friends for a birthday party and we ended up playing paint ball at 3:00 in the morning. It was so much fun! We were the only group there, besides a group of guys who looked like they were in their early to mid 20's. I was 17, and like a normal teenage girl, I geeked out at the sight of cute guys. Before we left, I got the number of one of the guys and turns out he was 22. I didn't mind since it was less than a year before I turned 18. We didn't talk a whole bunch until a couple months later, then we started talking all day everyday.
After a couple months, I let him take me on a real date and let him see the other side of me since he only met the competitive tomboy type the night we met. He took me on a beautiful date downtown and across the river. After the date, he took me home and gave me a goodbye kiss. It was so sweet we were waiting because he recently became a born again Christian. Right after my graduation from high school, we had sex for the first time. It was almost 2 years since he last had sex and almost a year for me. We figured we were going to get married in the near future so we committed to each other. Little did I know, how wrong we were.
The sex had strained our relationship so bad we ended up breaking up after I had moved away for college. Little did I know, I was already 4 months pregnant. I just didn't know. Didn't feel any different, didn't notice anything, but one day I got a call after a normal doctor's appointment saying I was pregnant. I decided not to tell my ex because we hadn't talked since we broke up and I figured it would be better that way. Besides, he had moved on and had gotten a new girlfriend.
I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl on July 23rd, 2014. Her name is Nova Lorraine Hope Maxwell. She's beautiful, but she's the spitting image of her father. Finally, I figured I should tell my ex about his daughter. So in September, we finally made plans to see each other, but he wanted me to meet his new girlfriend too. I was not ready for this. After I got out of the car, I hugged him, and he introduced me to his new girlfriend. I went back to my car and told him there's someone I would like him to meet. I opened up the door, and there was Nova. Beautiful big-green eyed Nova. His jaw dropped and his girlfriend started crying. I asked her if she wouldn't mind giving us some time. He started crying and asked about her. I said she was 2 months old, barely, and was his spitting image. He apologized for not being there or asking about me, I told him not to worry at all. It was my decision not to tell. So every weekend, he comes down to see me and Nova and a few times, he'll bring his girlfriend. I don't care for her, but I can't force him to leave her. After seeing him, I realize I'm still very much in love with him and he is still in love with me. He refuses to break up with his girlfriend for some odd reason, but at least he's here for Nova and I. I know he'll always be here.
Nova Lorraine Hope Maxwell.
July 23rd, 2014.
6 lbs, 2 oz.
18.5 inches long.
Follow Up !Hello all!
I am doing a follow up post from my last, titled An Amazing Race.
My son Nate is just a little bit over a year old. My husband (then boyfriend in my previous post) and I are living in a beautiful home together and we are getting ready to celebrate our anniversary, and his birthday! My husband will be 18 years old. Wow, crazy huh? It's so weird to be 18 with a son and a husband who is about to turn 18. Our families have become more supportive of our life choices and I was so grateful that his family finally gave us their blessing. As of September 2014, we are both attending college and are expecting our second child, a baby girl! Life really does work out in the weirdest ways, but I wouldn't trade my family for the world. Daniel and I have come so far from being friends in school, to parents, to high school sweethearts, and now to husband and wife. I cannot be more blessed for my life at the moment and we can't wait to welcome our baby girl,
Elizabeth Christine Annalee Underwood.
Thank you for reading this update! May all your stories have a blessed ending!
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