Last week, I broke up with my bf. I was 33 weeks. He wasn’t responsible and decided he also doesn’t want this relationship or parenting role.

I thankfully got an apartment and got everything moved in.

Yesterday, I fell while bringing in groceries. Baby is fine.

Last night I had the worst toothache of my life.

Today, I had a wreck. Some guy was speeding and swerved into me as I was coming to a stop at a stop sign, so of course, this will appear as my fault. So, now my insurance will go up. Baby is ok and my son is ok. He had no idea what was going on, he just wanted me to roll the window down so he could talk to the police officers. (He’s 4 and autistic)

This could have been so much worse. 😭 at least none of us was hurt and my car, even though it’s ugly now, is still drivable thanks to my mother and her work with duct tape.