Married Mama to Single Mama

I've blogged for quite a long time and when I started this new blog I wanted it to be that of a fresh start. Over the last couple of months our lives have changed dramatically and it seems inauthentic of me to gloss over this very big part of my life as if it's not happening.

I've used my blog as an outlet for myself and for this transition in my life, I feel like it's even that more important to me right now. I have an amazing support system of friends and family that have supported me throughout this whole ordeal but there is something different about just typing out your own thoughts and feelings unfiltered and uninterrupted. It's been a on my heart alot lately and I think I'm finally ready to share the part of my heart that has been aching but is in deep need of healing.

And this is the first step...

As in my previous blog, I've prided myself on being unfiltered and honest in my thoughts but I also respect my family and our privacy enough to not share every single detail. These are my thoughts and feelings and I cannot speak for Bryan and his feelings or thought process throughout this whole experience. Not that many people have read my new blog, but I expect only the utmost respect for our family during this time. We are striving to make the best of this situation for the sake of Amaya, as she is our primary concern.

With that said, I wanted to dive a little bit into my transition from being a married mama to a single mama and how we've been adjusting to our new life and normal around here.

First, I'll say that I never thought that I'd ever be a situition where I was forced to be a single mom.
Does anyone really?!?

I was raised by a single mom and did not know my dad growing up, so I knew when I wanted to start a family, that I didn't want that for my child. Through many trials and tribulations as a kid, I didn't want my kid growing up in a broken home like I did.

I've made my fair share of mistakes and wrong decisions in my life but when it came to life with B, I felt like we were doing everything 'right'. We fell hard for each other immediately, waited 3 years till we got engaged, waited 2 more until we got married and even took our time afterwards to start a family. Our first pregnancy we suffered a miscarriage but even then we persevered and carried on. We were actively trying to conceive and coming from two broken homes, I knew I wanted to bring our first child into the loving two parent home that we never had.

But that is not life, my friends.

Life doesn't care about the plans you've made, the vows you took or the dreams you had. Life can pull the rug right out from underneath you without a second glance or whince of concern. Let's be shits on you sometimes.

The picture above (removed) was taken the week before the day B decided to end our marriage. It's our 'last married family photo' together and will forever live as that. It's both bittersweet and heartbreaking.

As some one who enjoys capturing myself and our family through photography, it stings to know that this was our final hurrah, picture wise, as the traditional family. But I look at those pictures and even if it hurts, I love still having them. It gives me perspective. That this was our family and through some of the pictures I even see the difference in B's face, features, and eyes. A man's whose heart wasn't completely there and that I would come to find out soon enough.

Two parents and a child who was blissfully ignorant about how drastically her life was about to change.

And these last five months have been a drastic change to say the least.

I always thought I was a strong person but I'll be honest guys, these last couple months have broken me down as a person. The countless times I've plastered a smile on my face reiterating that I was fine to those who would ask would always be a followed up with a burnt cheeks and puffy eyes from the inevitable crying session that I had become accustomed to.

Do you know where the best place to cry is...?
The shower.

With the water pulsing against your face and body washing away your salty tears and steady stream muffling the sound of your sobs, I've become well acquainted with that scene.

As much as I've personally hurt (a different post, a different time) throughout this, I've tried to shield Amaya from it as much as possible. It wouldn't be fair to her as a child to see her mother as a weeping emotional mess. It's my job as her mother to protect and to make her feel secure and that's what I intend on doing.

While making the transition from married mama to single mama has not been the easiest, we're coming along with as much grace as we can. Being a married mama, I had the luxury of having an extra set of hands, eyes and voice to help, play, and redirect Amaya but now the responsibility lays all on me. The responsibility of still working 10 hours a day to provide for her and our home, bathing her, feeding her, calming her crazies, disciplining her disrespect, bedtimes and the current wakeups in the middle of the night.

Gone are the days of shared responsibility and being able to take a breather for a minute and hand off the parenting baton. I always have to be 'on' getting all the snacks, putting on the requested cartoon, filling up the sippy cup, wiping the tears, wiping the butt, rushing the impending poop to the big potty, ...I think you get the picture.

It's exhausting...and frustrating...and on the terrible tornado of age three epic tantrums days, I literally want to pull my hair out and scream.

And you know what....
Sometimes I do.
Sometimes I lose my cool and yell, sometimes we eat mac and cheese for the third day in a row, sometimes we have 'stink nights' where bathtimes are optional and sometimes I sleep on her floor after I put her down for bed because I'm too tired to pull my passed out butt back down to the couch.

It's a mix bag. We have our bad days of typical toddler attitudes but more times than that, we have the sweet endearing moments that make my mama heart skip a beat.

The moments when she climbs up on my lap to cuddle when we're watching tv, the moments when she pulls me up to my feet to pick her up and dance with her to yet another Frozen soundtrack song, the moment when she climbs up on the stool to always help with dinner or doing the dishes, the moments she still lets me rock her to sleep at night, or the moments when she without prompting looks me in the eye and wraps her tiny arms around my neck and tells 'Mommy...I wuv mah best fwend!'.

Those are the moments I live for.
Those are the moments that no amount of sadness, frustration or exhaustion can take away from us.

When she uses her manners, helps with her chores, and enthusiastically runs to the door arms wide open shouting Mommy...those are the times I know Im doing something right.

Single mama life might not have been the life I chose for myself but it's one I plan on flourishing at.


  1. You are navigating through this with such grace my friend.
    I'm always here with a shoulder to vent to, when ever you need.
    My love to you xoxo

  2. I think of you often! You're doing a great job! I'm sorry you've been hurting so much!