You always hear talk about deadbeat dads, but what about deadbeat moms?
I have been raising my 3 year old (almost 4 year old) daughter for 90% of her life, because her, dare I say it, deadbeat “mother” decided her social life was more important than being a parent. I get it. Kids cost A LOT of money. Kids cost A LOT of time. Kids cost A LOT of effort. Being a parent is fucking tough, but if I can step up to the plate and do it, why can’t you? And how dare you say that we keep you from being a part of her life when you know damn well that our door was always open. Finally, we did shut it. Because it got to the point where our daughter doesn’t even know who you are, or if you even exist. All she knows is that she goes to bed every night giving her Daddy and Mommy kisses. Mommy, being me, of course. I became a mother at 18 years old because of you. And although I love it, and wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the worlds, I cannot help to resent you for the youthful years you are stealing from me. You pushed this beautiful kid out of your hoo-hah and you don’t even care that you haven’t even seen her face in over 2 years. I can’t bare more than a few days without my daughter, so much as to I took her out of town with me on my 21st birthday just so she was the face I was waking up too.
But I also have to say thank you. THANK YOU for giving up this beautiful, caring, thoughtful little girl. BECAUSE OF YOU I AM A MOM! And it is the greatest gift anyone could have. Being this little human’s mother is my purpose, and I truly believe so. She may have been at your disposal, but with me she will never feel as such. She is FIRST and FOREMOST in my life always.