When I was with my sons dad, I did basically everything. I thought being alone would feel the same, but wow was I ever wrong! I’m pulling myself through each day, it takes everything out of me to get myself dressed and try to feel motivated because I’m so tired. Every time I turn around, he’s into new things. I feel completely lost. I want to cry so bad and just scream but I’m holding it together for him. I’ve never felt so alone. Im going to give him the world and show him that mama could do it alone, but first I need to get through each week one day at a time🥺