Today
I am a new single mum. Some days I feel fierce and ready to take on the world. Proud of raising my tiny human alone, not phased by my status of lone parent. Today isn’t one of those days. Today I am tired. What I wouldn’t give for a couple of hours sleep. Or for 10 minutes alone for a shower. Or to pee alone or prepare a meal and eat it while it’s still warm. Today I feel frazzled as I cook for one with a screaming baby in my arm- feeling useless as I’m not quite sure what this particular cry means. I haven’t brushed my hair today- nor looked in a mirror for that matter. I am covered in baby sick and have been peed on not once but twice today. I have cried and felt guilty immediately after because I should be basking in every glorious moment of parenthood. But today I am angry. Angry at the man who walked away from us. Angry that he continues his life ignoring our existence despite promising the world mere months ago. I am angry that I fell for his lies and at those peop...