Men: Who needs them anyway?

So...here sits a single, attractive strawberry blond alone at home. Well, maybe that's not the whole story. Here sits a determined and stubborn single mom who just won't give up. That maybe a little bit closer to the enigma that types before you. Why would a good looking woman sit around and type bullshit when I could be living the dream? That is the million dollar question. Yet here I sit before you on a Thursday night while my child is practicing soccer moves against my bedroom wall outside and type. I could be spending my time other wise, but this is what has to be for now.

I only have another 7 to 8 years left of my sentence. I will say this for my child - I wouldn't change a thing if I had to give up my son. He is the reason I get up in the mornings and try to be a functioning member of society. Although I have started to realize that he will eventually grow up and leave me. What reason will I have to get up then? He'll still need me, just not everyday and he won't be living with me for the rest of his life. Well at least not if I have anything to say in the matter, and believe you me I do.

I need to find me. I started this quest a couple of years ago at the advice of my therapist. She was the one who finally pointed out the fallacy of my argument that my son was a good enough reason to get out of bed. She flat out told me that the only way she could help me was if I got a different job and found a man. So I got a different job with different insurance that didn't cover the therapy and found a man. In that order. Fucked up itsn't it? AND to top it all off, I found a man who was more fucked up than me. Go figure.