Being a Parent

Sometimes being a parent really sucks when you have to make choices that you don't want to make but you know the choice is what's best for your children.

Right now I'm being faced with one of the hardest choices so far. R's dad (X) isn't being much of a father. R spent more time with his great-grandma than he did his father. X is also Z's father (obviously since we were married) and X had nothing to do with Z when he dropped R off this morning. He didn't look at him, didn't want to see him, didn't even mention him. He just dropped R off and left. So this is the hard choice I'm facing. I want to send X termination of parental rights papers for Z because he obviously doesn't care two craps about him and Z deserves better than that. Z and R both have a wonderful father in their life who loves them like they were his own. That's all I can ask for.

And I want to apologize for not writing every day like I set out to do. I needed to clear my head and think and being around Dad's house was just too much for me to do that. I escaped to K's house and spent some time with him.

Monday night (the 5th) we were laying in bed and he asked me to marry him. It was the sweetest, most sincere moment of my life (other than birthing my children) and I am so happy. We're not sure when the wedding will be but it's going to happen.

Z's hungry and ready for bed. That's my update.

Trip Down Not so Good Memory Lane

I want to apologize in advance for this. It has nothing to do with breastfeeding or mothering but I need to get it out.

I went through the boxes of my stuff that ex sent to me. Most of the stuff, I threw away because the things that were really important to me, I brought on the airplane or in my 4 suitcases. So one of the things that I had to go through was a box of memories. I've had this box since ex and I started dating, back in 1999 and it's full of pictures, letters, cards and notebooks that I made for him to read while he was out on deployments.

This box was hard to go through. There were tons of wedding pictures, pictures from my senior year, graduation, prom, all with him in them. In the letters, I proclaimed my love for him and told him how much I loved him and going back and reading them, I feel like an idiot. I was so naive and blinded by hope and love. I thought that I was living a fairy tale and he was my Prince Charming, only in a Sailor uniform. Maybe I was in love with the idea of being in love.

I think what hurts the most is reading the letters he wrote to me. The letters where he said how much he loved me and missed me and how perfect I was and how I was the best wife. I believed him. I believed that he loved me and always would. I believed that we would last and grow to be 70 or 80 and have great grandkids together.

Here's my confession...I don't think I really wanted to marry him. I just didn't want to hurt him and I did love him, I just didn't want to be married that young. Deep down I knew that things weren't going to last. I just chose to hide my head in the sand and hope that things would be okay. Once R came into the picture, I saw that ex wasn't the Dad or husband I wanted to be and that's when I knew. I was rocking R one night when he was 3 weeks old and it hit me like a ton of bricks, I wasn't in love with ex anymore. I should have known then to call it quits but I didn't. I guess I thought that I had to stick it out and deal with my choice, no matter if it was a bad choice.

So here I am, 24 years old, a single mom to two beautiful boys. I wouldn't go back and change anything and honestly, I don't think I loved him as much as I thought. If I did, I would have fought for him and our marriage more. I would have tried harder but then again, I did try. I tried the hardest I could but he didn't care. He is the one who stepped out, not me. He's the one who cheated, not me. He's the one who moved halfway across the world without consulting me. He ended it before I did, I just hid my head in the sand like usual, hoping that things would get better.

So I've moved on and I'm dating a wonderful guy but part of me is always wondering when this one is going to go bad too. The difference is K and I actually talk about stuff. We communicate. And the best part? He really cares. He treats my boys like they are his own and he actually likes being around us. I have hope that this will work and I will fight for this one because I deserve better than what I received with ex.