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Being Raised By Single Parents Made Me A Better Single Mom

That’s me at six years old, the same age that my son is now. Like him, I was raised by single parents. Up until a few weeks ago, I couldn’t relate to him much because my memories didn’t go back that far. I don’t remember being a baby. I don’t remember being a toddler. I …

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The Other Woman

This post isn’t pretty. It’s not proofread, or organized, or up to my usual standards. Fuck it. I’m writing it because right now I need to blog this shit out before I sit and fester with it too long and make a huge mistake after hearing about the other woman. So here it is: Real, …

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She Can Have Mother’s Day

I’m the type of single mom who usually expects the unexpected and prepares herself for the worst, especially when dealing with my ex. He’s hurt me more times than I can count with his disregard for my feelings and his lack of respect for me as the mother of his child. I try my hardest …

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Sex In The City

After successfully organizing and throwing The Kiss Our Sass Party during BlogHer this year, I’ve had a steady flow of PR requests to my inbox. I can’t say that I mind. Attracting companies means I’ve finally made a name for myself and my bacon-scented brand amongst the Bloggerati. Some pitches are good, some pitches are …

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Death By Condom

Before I became a single parent I had a high tolerance for douchebaggery. When those afflicted with its symptoms popped into my life, I either ignored them or dealt with them in a rational manner. I always reacted logically by thinking things through and making decisions accordingly. That is until the day I discovered what …

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Look Who’s Happy Now

I had a realization this morning. I’ve become one of those happy people. Three years ago I hated everyone and everything, including myself. I was consumed with darkness, sadness and regret; terrified of all the things I was forced to face alone after my ex cheated on me and left me a single mom; filled …

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Revenge Is Sweet

I’ve never had much luck in love.  The bulk of my romances have ended in heartache, deceit, and violent blows to my self esteem. Especially my two most significant: one being the relationship with my son’s father(obviously), the other a seven year courtship with my high school sweetheart. Ours was the kind of back and …

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Beautiful

“You’re so beautiful.” “You have the prettiest eyes.” “Goodnight beautiful.” “Morning gorgeous!” In the last thirty days he called me beautiful in a million different ways. Not a day has gone by that he hasn’t said it. Prior to meeting him I’d probably heard it thirty-two times in my entire thirty-two years, half of which …

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How You Can Slave Less, Say YES: DIY Beauty GIVEAWAY

Sponsored By:   (Mis)Adventures in hair removal. Every woman’s had them. At the age of twenty-three, I finally worked up enough nerve to get my first Brazilian wax.While I had a good friend who swore by them for years, I had always been too self-conscious to spread my legs for a complete stranger, especially under …

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The Fabulously Single Project, Week Six: Insanity, Wrinkles and Girlfriends. Oh My!

Yes, this single mom severely slacked on The Fabulously Single Project posts last week. Forgive an uber busy pseudo whore, won’t ya? The important thing is I’m back in the blogging groove now and ready to continue my adventure. That brings me to Week Six of The Fabulously Single Project, in which I’ll be tackling …

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Merry Fucking Christmas

Christmas had always been my favorite time of year. That is until I was faced with the first one after my separation. The thought of not spending the entire day with my child filled me with grief.  All the holiday rituals we had become accustomed to were lost since he had to split his time …

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The Return Of Late Night Parents Single Moms

  As many of you know, I started co-hosting Late Night Parents Single Moms on MomTV back in July. After four episodes, some technical difficulties, and the craziness that was BlogHer and The Kiss Our Sass Party, the show has been on hiatus for longer than I’d hoped. Well guess what bitches? Late Night Parents …

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The Unicorn

When you’ve been single for a substantial amount of time, dating can be intimidating. When you’re a single mom who had her heart ripped out by a man she trusted, built a life with, and had a child with, dating is fucking terrifying. By the time my ex had finally left me my self-esteem was …

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Co-Parenting, Or Lack Thereof, Made Me A Better Single Mom

I’ve doubted myself as a mother countless times in the last two and a half years. Being a single mom is no easy task, especially while co-parenting with someone who, on most days, refuses to co-parent at all. For the most part I’ve been the only victim of my ex’s guerrilla co-parenting tactics. The undermining …

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May
15

Dining Solo. Or How To Not Feel Like A Freak When Eating Out Alone.

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Going out single can be a very scary thing, especially when it comes to dining solo.

But as a single mom I’ve learned (and blogged) in the past, that a party of one is better than none.

While there is sure to be a certain amount of awkwardness the first time you decide to eat out alone, there are several things you can do to make it less dear-god-everyone-is-staring-at-me and more look-how-awesomely-confident-I-am.

My amazing boss and dear friend Sherri Langburt made an appearance on WPIX Morning News today to share her tips on embracing the adventure of a table for one and living fabulously single.

First piece of advice: Pretend To Be A Tourist In Your Very Own City.

If venturing out on your own has you worried of what people will think of you, make believe you are visiting a foreign city where no one knows you. Treat each meal like an adventure.

If you’re humming Foreigner’s “Feels Like The First Time” in your head, you’re doing dining out single right!

Next up: Pick Your Spots Wisely.

Some restaurants are just more solo friendly. If you find yourself in the mood for something casual, try a cafeteria-style eatery where you can pick the seat you want. In the mood for company? A lot of restaurants now feature communal style tables where you can be seated next to some very interesting people.

Or my personal fav, a bar with a full menu and alcohol to take the awkward edge off.

Want even more tips and inspiration on eating out alone? Visit WPIX.com to watch the full segment.

And after you do, take all the info along with your lady balls and have a fabulously single adventure tonight!

 

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May
14

A-Hole Alert. Or Why Insecure Men Make Me Stabby.

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As indicated in my last post I decided to take another ride on the crazy online dating train by creating a profile on OkCupid this weekend. Only today I was reminded why insecure men make me stabby.

Things were going pretty well. According to the email I received above from the online dating site, I have a really great personality and guys want me “so bad.”

Pffft. As if I didn’t already know that.

I’d been contacted by several men, but there was one guy in particular that made me audibly announce a “hell to the no” when I saw his profile picture. There was something about him that just screamed “lock your windows and doors” when I looked at his picture.

I’d post it here, but I’m sure that probably violates some sort of OKCupid rules. You can, however, go stalk my tweets for the pic since I may or may not have (totally did) posted it today for all of my followers to see.

I had a valid reason other than the fact that I can be a snarky bitch so please keep reading.

It wasn’t just his picture that creeped me out, but it was also the fact that he sent me one message and then three seconds later sent me another.

“I love love love your smile and eyes….I’m melting :) ”

GAH.

Maybe it was the first message. Maybe it was the all too soon second message. Or maybe it was his triple-axeled use of the word love… but it all just seemed pretty desperate and really turned me off. So I ignored him because I felt it was the most appropriate thing to do.

After all, I don’t feel like I owe you anything when we’ve never even had an exchange.

Then I received another message from him today that said the following:

“Oh cool, one of those that ignores people.”

What the actual fuck? Surely he can’t be serious.

It reminded me of those people on Twitter, Facebook and other social media sites that feel the need to make a dramatic public exit when they decide to unfollow or unlike someone because they’re insecure.

THAT SHIT MAKES ME STABBY.

You know what I’m talking about. There are those people who leave a comment on your Facebook page or site announcing how they no longer like what you have to say and are therefore unliking your page or no longer reading your blog.

Funk you.

Or there’s that person that calls you out publicly on Twitter for unfollowing them or ignoring them and then announces in a huff that they are unfollowing you.

Get the funk over yourself.

Those people, and this guy, can take their insecurity and shove it.

Newsflash assholes: The world doesn’t owe you anything.

Newsflash insecure man who has repeatedly messaged me (and probably dozens of other women) on OKCupid: You’re not going to be every woman’s cup of smokin’ hot tea. And really, since you look like a serial masturbator and the only thing you were blessed with in the facial regions was a severe case of crazy eyes, I suggest you stop shooting your load so soon in inboxes and start working on your insecurity if you ever hope to find the love of your life.

I like confident men, not insecure men (see: whiney bitches) who throw temper tantrums when I ignore their advances.

But remember fellas, there’s a fine line between confident and cocky. Cross it and you’ll be left dateless with the crazy-eyed,  insecure hoagie molester from OKCupid.

NEXT!!!

 

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May
13

Adventures in OKCupid

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So I decided to join OKCupid this weekend.

I haven’t been on a date since my Cinderella-esque adventure in New York City a few months ago, and I haven’t really dated anyone seriously since the man who called me beautiful and was pretty fucking awesome but had three young kids and I’m no Florence Henderson.

The thought of combining our families and someday having four young kids running around my house sent me running for the hills.

I’ve tried online dating before, but have obviously not had any luck. Maybe that’s because I wasn’t really trying since I never even gave anyone a chance to take me out on a date. I also don’t think I was really ready to meet anyone for various reasons.

But now I know I’m definitely ready to date again and get my mojo back.

So when I discovered that Ms. Singlemama met her now husband on OKCupid I decided if she could find true love on it after all she’d been through then it was worth it for me to give online dating another chance.

Plus my boss has been gently nudging me to join a dating site since she too met her husband online.

In a span of 48 hours I’ve already received 18 messages from men on OKCupid, which is way more than I’ve ever received on any other dating site I’ve joined.

Perhaps those Dating Headshots really do work!

Granted one of them was a proposal to “finger bang”, one was the beginning of a knock knock joke and 13 others were just not my type, there are 3 that look promising so there might be hope left for me.

Inspired by Single Gal NYC‘s recent dating blitz I’ve decided to do one of my own. Of course I don’t have the time or funds to go on as many dates as she did being a single mom, but I’m committing to give at least two new men a chance each month to get me drunk woo me.

AND I am vowing not to sleep with any of them until AT LEAST the third date.

Been there, and done that whole one or two night stand thing during my first few years of singledom. This time I’m looking for more.

Sorry, fellas (and readers).

Feel free to go back through my blogvel and reminisce in my slutty past, though. Some of the stories rival “Fifty Shades of Grey.”

I never thought I’d hear myself say this, but I’m ready to find my next big love. Here’s hoping OKCupid is too.

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May
10

She Can Have Mother’s Day

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I’m the type of single mom who usually expects the unexpected and prepares herself for the worst, especially when dealing with my ex. He’s hurt me more times than I can count with his disregard for my feelings and his lack of respect for me as the mother of his child.

I try my hardest not to let his actions affect me as I know they are often his way of maintaining some control, but there are times like today when I’m so completely blindsided by his bullshit that I find myself having a meltdown.

Today was the annual Mother’s Day plant sale at my son’s school. It’s become tradition for his father or I to give him money  to purchase flowers as gifts.

Last year he came home with some for me, some for my mom and a cute pot of pansies for himself and I expected him to return with the same today. Only when he stepped off the bus he had an extra pot… which he proudly announced was a Mother’s Day gift he’d picked out for his father’s live-in girlfriend.

My heart dropped and my ego bruised as the words flew out of his smiling little mouth.

The thought never crossed my mind that he might purchase a Mother’s Day gift for the other woman. In my mind she is not his mother, step mother or any type of maternal figure because she has only been in his life for the last six months and is not engaged or married to (that I know of) my ex.

Last time I checked she didn’t try to push my son out of her vagina or earn a scar from an emergency c-section that saved his life.

To me she is just his father’s girlfriend.

She’s the woman who cowers in the car when she and my ex come to pick my son up from the bus stop three days a week.

She’s a playmate that lives with them and sometimes cooks my son chocolate chips pancakes and burnt bacon.

So when I discovered my ex had insisted our son buy her a gift for Mother’s Day because “she is his stepmom technically” and “he thought it would be nice” and that my ex had also recently explained to our son that this woman was his stepmom without my knowledge, I lost my shit.

In my fit of crazy I felt as if she was trying to take Mother’s Day away from me.

I lost my shit because this hurt me more than anything he had ever done in the past. Maybe it was because he never once thought about how “being nice” to his girlfriend on Mother’s Day might make me, the actual mother of his child, feel.

Maybe it’s because he likes to throw the fact that they are a family and I am alone in my face any chance he gets.

Maybe it’s because I felt threatened after he had already made me feel like less of a mother last week.

Maybe it’s because I was caught off guard.

Or maybe it’s just because he’s clearly a selfish asshole.

For whatever reason I had a really hard time today as I tried to process my thoughts and feelings about my son having a stepmother now. I went from horribly sad to insanely irate and back again at least a dozen times.

Somewhere in the midst of my emotional turmoil I realized I needed to stop making this about me and start making it about my son.

No matter how I feel she is in my son’s life and my pain and anger can not change that.

He likes the other woman ( I can’t bring myself to say he loves her just yet. I have my limits.) and she obviously cares for him too. I can tell by the way he talks about her. Since she has come into his father’s life there has been more stability while he’s there. Three days a week he is getting to experience “family” in a way I’m unable to provide for him.

Between his life with me and his life with his father there is no doubt he is growing into a very happy and well rounded little boy, and that’s a great thing.

And while she may now have the word mom in her title, I know in my heart my son only has mom eyes for me.

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Tonight we laid down in his bed and I told him a story.

“I love you Mommy” he whispered as he snuggled up in my arms and fell asleep.

I’m the only one who will ever give him that kind of comfort.

I decided my ex’s girlfriend can have Mother’s Day. She and my ex can pretend she’s his mother all they want. I don’t have to play pretend. Because I get to be his mother EVERYDAY.

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May
09

Courage

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Once upon a time there was a woman who was lost.

In fact, she’d been lost her entire life.

That is, until she met him.

You see, she’d been searching for herself since the first moment she could remember. She looked behind doors and around corners. She chased dreams that weren’t really hers.

During her late teens and early twenties she befriended many different types of people, but as she waltzed from stereotype to stereotype hoping to find one that suited her she only grew more lost. At some point she got so lost that she gave up searching and when she did she decided she would just have to be content living in the shadows of people who knew who they were and what they wanted; people who were stronger and more confident than she.

That worked well for her for many years. While she was never ecstatically happy with the way she lived or with her relationships, she wasn’t miserable either.

Indifference ran through her veins for quite some time until someone did something so hurtful she had no choice but to come out from the shadows and defend herself.

It was a defining moment in her life because once she stood out in the open with no one and nothing to hide behind, it forced her to resume her search for who she was and what she wanted.

The search wasn’t easy. She made several mistakes, slept with too many men and took many wrong turns, but with every wrong choice and wrong direction came a piece to the puzzle that made up the woman she was meant to be.

Sometime during her journey she met an incredible man. He saw something in her that no one else did, and because what he saw was so extraordinary it became his mission to make sure everyone else did too.

Over the course of two years he helped her sort through and fit together the pieces of her puzzle until she finally found herself.

They did it together.

That word left her loving and longing.

It was a word she was unfamiliar with since no one had ever worked with her so diligently to accomplish something before. It was the first time in her life a man had stuck by her and because of it she mistook his compassion and friendship for true love.

Though she ended up finding herself in the process, by the end of it she felt more lost than ever.

She and her heart spun dizzily around him in circles; not wanting to give up on a love that she believed with all of her heart was real and a friendship that had been the best she’d ever known, but knowing if she didn’t she’d never truly be happy because he couldn’t give her the more that she needed.

Some days she would run away from him.

Other days she’d run to him.

Back and forth she went because the woman who gave so many others the gift of courage could not find courage of her own to face the inevitable loneliness that would follow her walking away for keeps.

She’d never been good at dealing with emotions, especially loneliness. The idea of it had catapulted her toward more alcoholic beverages, bad relationships and mistakes than she could count. She filled her life with work, projects, hobbies, social engagements and inadvertent stress to deflect it.

While she thought avoiding it kept her sane the truth was it was quite the opposite.

In reality she was losing the woman she’d worked so hard to find in her fear of loneliness.

That realization finally gave her the courage to face it head on.

And with it she put down the cocktail she normally used to blur her feelings.

She let go of the hand that had once pulled her in the right direction but now all too often led her astray.

She finally stopped running, stood still with her courage and learned how to just be.

 

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May
07

Yet Another Reason For Me To Love Diet Coke, And My Life

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I had a really shitty few days last week that threw me into an emotional downward spiral this weekend.

Monday I just felt lonely and off, which was probably triggered by being somewhat rejected by that dating show I applied for back in March and being blown-off by someone I care for Sunday night. Tuesday I got my period which was probably the real reason I was blue Monday. Wednesday I had an insanely stressful workday, after which my ex decided to berate me via text message. Thursday was no picnic in the park either, though it was a welcomed break to my chaotic Wednesday. Once Friday arrived I was emotionally spent so I decided to relax and read a book, only reading “Fifty Shades of Grey” left me a blubbering mess instead of calm.

I related WAY too much to that book. Not with the red room of pain part, or the being chained into sexual submission part, but with the falling in love with someone who had their own demons and warned me they were not the right man for me because they could never give me what I need part.

After drowning in my own sorrows and thoughts Saturday, I decided to start wiping my slate clean on Sunday for a fresh start today.

I cleaned out my closet. I cleaned up my laptop. I made a new meal and exercise plan to get back into nurturing my body so I can start feeling good about myself physically again. I switched out some old dreams on my vision board for new ones that better suit my new attitude. I made amends, tied up loose ends and removed things from my mind and my home that might trigger thoughts that could suck me back into the negativity that consumed me last week.

Today I woke up ready to move forward, grateful for a new week with a new beginning.

Somewhere around 2pm I got a DM from Diet Coke on Twitter that said the following:

“You won 2 tix to Florence & The Machine at Radio City tomorrow! Send your full name ASAP to pick up your tix… tomorrow.”

SAY WHATTTTTT????!!!

And that’s when I remembered that at some point in between tears and tissues Saturday I stumbled across this tweet from Diet Coke on my timeline:

“Hey #NYC! RT if you wanna see @Flo_Tweet at Radio City Music Hall on 5/8 & you may get 2 tix. SOLD OUT concert w @FuseTv”

So I hit the RT button just for kicks, never really thinking I’d win.

Turns out I did and tomorrow I’ll be drinking Rum & Diet Coke while singing my heart out at Radio City Music Hall.

Fuck yes!

Last night my friend Sheba texted me the following:

“Once in a while we feel really sucky… and then we move forward. We’re not better or worse, just in a different place than we were.”

Here’s to moving forward, and winning some kickass concert tickets in the process!

 

Leave all your love and your longing behind…

You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive.

 

 

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May
04

Dating Headshots: They’re Not Just For Singles Anymore

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Somehow in the last three years of my blogging life people have gone from rolling their eyes at me to taking me seriously. What first started as a way for me to vent, work through the flood emotions that hit me after my separation and document my adventures in bringing my sexy back, has now turned into a bona fide career.

I’ve hosted events.

I’ve been nominated for awards.

I’ve been on TV.

I get daily emails from people asking me for advice, brands who want to partner with me, and from people who just generally give a shit about me.

It’s all very strange to me, a woman who was once too shy to venture anywhere alone,  yet I know it’s all happening for a reason because I was meant to be more than I ever thought I could be.

When the above things happen you get to a point where you realize having professional headshots taken would be a smarter business move than continuing to represent yourself online with pictures you’ve taken with your iPhone after three shots of Patron…

Or with a fabulous balloon vagina on your head…

And so I put down my phone and went in search of  an affordable way to get headshots taken for my media kit.

Then the clouds parted and angels sang and there at the end of a beautifully Googled rainbow was Dating Headshots.

I know what you’re thinking…

Mely, I’m not looking for love online so why would I ever use DatingHeadshots.com?

While Dating Headshots may specialize in taking pictures that look great on an online dating profile, those same pictures look just as awesome in a media kit, About Me page, blog header and professional portfolio.

Best part, they’re WAY more affordable than some of the other services a blogger could use to get professional headshots.

For as little as $125 you can get 50 color photos taken by a professional photographer, with a bunch of poses, including full and 3/4 body shots and two wardrobe changes.

$150 gets you 100 color photos, including black & white and sepia versions, same variety of poses and three wardrobe changes.

How does it work?

Enter your zipcode on DatingHeadshots.com to find participating photographers in your area, check out their portfolios to choose one that is worthy of shooting you in all your smiling glory, schedule your appointment, show up and rock your photoshoot and shortly after Dating Headshots will email you a link to all of your pictures, from which you can download them directly to your computer.

Simple, affordable and awesome right?

Last month I embarked on my own Dating Headshots adventure. Unfortunately NJ Transit was hell-bent on me being a little late to my photoshoot that day when I got stuck in traffic on my way into NYC. Which then caused me to run through Port Authority that morning like a lunatic and power-walk my way up Park Avenue once I’d gotten myself on and off the subway to get there.

To say that I showed up to my photoshoot a bit stressed is an understatement.  I was also a bit sweaty from all the running/power-walking/holy-shit-I’m-late-and-the-photographer-is-going-to-hate-me.

But I got there and he didn’t hate me. In fact, Rod and his absolutely adorable pug Talulah both greeted me with a smile and made me feel super comfortable despite my nervousness.

We had to start shooting right away since I was already late and he was fully booked with appointments that day, so I didn’t have much time to calm myself or perfect my hair or makeup before shooting in my first outfit. That being said, aside from the closeups I didn’t really love any of the pictures from that set.

Plus it turns out horizontal stripes are NOT a good choice for a photoshoot because they made me look rather wide in the torso region, but here’s one anyway:

Here’s a closeup I did love in that outfit:

 

My absolute favorite pic was this one:

 

With this shot a close second:

 

And this shot in pink deserves an honorable mention:

The best part about my photographer Rod was that unlike most of the men I’ve had sex with, he didn’t let me fake anything. Not one smile was forced and if it was he made sure I corrected myself right away to avoid looking like an asshole.

And these are just a handful of the pictures I have. You really get a bang for your buck and I can not say enough nice things about my experience with Dating Headshots.

If you’re a blogger (or dater) looking for professional headshots I highly recommend them. And if you’re in the NYC area, Rod is an amazing and uber nice photographer. If you visit him please give both him and Talulah a big hug for me.

Dating Headshots. They’re (obviously) not just for singles anymore.

 

Disclosure: I was given a complimentary Dating Headshots photoshoot for review. I did not receive compensation for this post. No request to share any particular point of view was made. All opinions expressed here are strictly my own and my now less raunchy and pathetic media kit’s. 

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May
03

And That’s Why I’m A Good Single Mom

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I used to think know I was a good mother. For the first few years of my son’s life he was all I had to worry about and so he received 100% of my attention all of the time. My ex took care of money, most things that needed fixing and any other unpleasantry that life threw at us, while my job was to take care of our son.

I’ve always been a hard worker and so I approached my job as a mother with the gusto that I would any other I’d had in my life.

I was an amazing mother back then, without a doubt.

When my relationship with my ex began to crumble around me I lost my focus. I became obsessed with finding out whether or not he was cheating on me. I got caught up in my depression, my fear and my loneliness and before long taking care of my son became secondary to those things whether I wanted them to or not.

This is not to say I neglected him in any way because I certainly didn’t. He was still loved and cared for, but I was no longer the happy, completely engaged mother he knew for the first few years of his life and the truth is I’m not sure I will ever be her again.

Last night I received a string of texts from my ex regarding my current inadequacies as a parent. I know why they came, as the result of a disagreement we had earlier in the week. I’ve known him long enough to realize when these types of temper tantrums are coming, but yesterday had been a particularly stressful day for me already so when he started insulting me as a mother I took it to heart and broke down.

I’m juggling a lot in order to provide for my son and I am on my own in parenting here. Am I a perfect mother? Hell no. Sometimes that’s hard for me to accept since my pride wants me to be, but I’m slowly learning to let go of ideas of perfection in order to stay sane and happy.

My son doesn’t eat vegetables with me, and while I know he should I refuse to force him to sit at a table and watch him gag on them like his father does. That’s just not the type of parent I want to be.

His father wants him to be a baseball star and play all kinds of sports, and while that would certainly be nice I’m not going to force him to do so when at 6-years-old he has voiced his fear of playing on a team to me because he feels “he isn’t good enough.” Playing sports with a team is supposed to be fun, not anxiety-ridden. Instead I choose to watch him smile and play imaginative games with his friends in the yard, play video games or contently build with Legos.

His father thinks he shouldn’t have stuffed animals, and shouldn’t snuggle or ever sleep in the same bed as me because “he’s too old for that.” He’s 6-years-old. He’s a little boy who has been through a lot of shit in the last few years. If he wants security or comfort from me in the form of snuggles or a sleepover in my bed I’m going to give it to him. THAT’S the kind of parent I am.

The list goes on as to why my ex thinks he’s a better parent than me and what he thinks I should and should not be doing. I may have done things his way three years ago, but he gave up the right to tell me how to parent when he stuck his penis inside another woman.

And the truth is even if I listened to him and corrected every one of the things he says I’m doing wrong, he’d find a new list of things to taunt me with. It’s his way of still controlling me. He can no longer put me down as a woman because I’m far too confident in that area, but he knows that there are times I am insecure as a mother.

I know I am the only one who will ever change the way his insults affect me.

So I’m sitting here today vowing to stop being so hard on myself as a single mom, embracing my imperfections as a mother and knowing that despite them all I have an amazing, healthy and happy little boy.

I may never be the same type of mother I was when he was first born, but I think know I’m still a damn good one.

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May
02

Online Dating Site WorldWideLovers.com: You Can Date Ashton Kutcher, If I Don’t Seduce Him First

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Match.com, eHarmony, HowAboutWe and sparkology. With so many online dating sites out there how does one differentiate itself from the other?

If you’re the new dating site World Wide Lovers (www.worldwidelovers.com) you land an A-list celebrity as one of your very first clients.

In a press release to kick off their launch this morning, World Wide Lovers announced that newly divorced Ashton Kutcher has become one of their members, adding his very own profile for prospective dates on their site.

With the popularity of online dating sites hitting record highs, it doesn’t surprise me that Ashton Kutcher might decide to join everyday singles like myself in looking for love on the internet. After all, I’m sure it gets lonely at the top too.

And really, why would he want to date another celebrity when I’m single, amazing and (im)patiently waiting for him to get me drunk and do me ask me out on a date?

After looking over some of the male profiles on World Wide Lovers, I get the feeling Ashton Kutcher is being a little devious in his plans to attract dates online.

For instance Darl, who claims to love America’s Next Top Model,  his dog Pupu and long walks down the runway looks a little familiar… doesn’t he?

And Nigel, the introspective and deep hippie… well I’d like to get him deep in me, but only because there’s something about him that reminds me of a certain movie/television star.

Tell me what you think after watching the Ashton Kutcher dating video below:

In any event, they say that one out of every five people finds love online. Just never thought I’d get the chance to be matched up with someone like Ashton Kutcher.

I’m running to create my very own World Wide Lovers profile now…

 

Disclosure: This post was sponsored by popchips. No request to share any particular point of view was made. All opinions expressed here are strictly my own. And my vagina’s desire for Ashton Kutcher.

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Apr
30

What Every Single Mom Deserves This Mother’s Day

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My son and I think diamond rings, diamond bracelets, necklaces and earrings would be at the top of the “What Every Single Mom Deserves This Mother’s Day” list.

That’s why we created this very special video for our favorite jewelry company as a tribute to single moms.

You never know what your kid might do when you leave the room…

If you love it, we encourage you to share it with a mom you love in honor of Mothers Day!

Because every SINGLE mom deserves a little ICE.

 

 

Disclosure: My son received compensation for helping me make this video. No request to share any particular point of view was made. All opinions expressed here are strictly our own. We truly believe that every single mom deserves some fabulous and affordable jewelry from Ice.com this Mother’s Day, and everyday.

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