Often, I find myself wondering what it would be like to have married someone who pulled their weight in raising our children. I see my friends with their baby daddies doing so much and how their families run smoother than ours.

I am a married single mom. My husband doesn’t know what size shoe they wear, clothing size, days they go to school or have activities. It doesn’t matter how often I invite him to be a part of their lives he just stays distant. He doesn’t get up at night, he doesn’t help potty train or help shape their little lives. He is just is there.

I debated leaving after our first was 8 months old. But, two surprise lines made me stay.

It didn’t seem to be this way when we got married. I thought he would be the man I thought I married. Instead it’s a repeat of my childhood. My dad lived in the house but, he wasn’t a part of the home. I want to leave but, I want my dream