I'm 38 years old, divorced....and have one child. Thank god (HA HA...my 'HA HA' refers to what you would call an oxymoron, but we'll get to that later) I have one child, it's hard to raise children, especially the Me Want Now generation in this economy. That's me and my son. He's cute isn't he? Yeah yeah yeah, I know what you are going to say...."I hope his dad has blond hair." or "Does his dad have blond hair?" I hear this all the time. My answer? Nope. His dad is black. I don't know what happened...oops.
I don't care what people say. Or what I say to people for all that matter. I am me. and I love me. If you don't like me, then you have a huge problem because I'm a lot of fun. I am a great person to get to know. I am also a great person you would love to hate. :)
I am jobless and educated. I need to make money, but what I'm good at, is making a man feel secure and happy. Cleaning, cooking, managing the house. You could say I'm a displaced housewife. But this day and age a displaced housewife gets you nowhere and nowhere fast. I do keep in shape, love to work out. But see, I'm stuck. Stuck in a tiny city in the middle of the country. I have been told I don't belong here. Which kind of hurts, because I'm here. If not where? Where do I belong? I get along better with those from other cities...other countries. That tells me something. It tells me I don't belong here.
So this is about me and my son belonging. Trying to fit in.
Perhaps I should tell you my story and how we both got to this point. It's a sad story and at the end of this sad story, you would say what most people say..."What a prick!"