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Breakups are universally painful. Like throw yourself on the floor, limp as hell painful. I went through a breakup in that sucked. After dating on and off for four years since becoming a single mom that was hystericalI thought I finally found a keeper.
It lasted a blissful one year and then it was over, like the end of a book. And I was crushed and in denial. It was like he died. The rational brain says: Christine, people breakup everyday. People end marriages after 35 years. Men leave women they get pregnant. I never want to date again. Son, puppy, and rainbows is fine by me. You can easily fall into a funk see rainbow ref above and oh boy, did I. This can be both good and overwhelming. I ate less and drank more. I stalked his Facebook. I might have texted him 11 times in an hour.
No shame, mamas, I wanted him back. I wanted all the things. Like, I want my skinny leopard print belt from Anne Taylor back. Mostly I wanted the familiar back. I was comfy. I have a little boy that needs me and I need him just as much.
I have a job as a writer, blogger, stylist; um, wonder woman. I have a crazy family. I have friends. I have hobbies like watching Mob Wives, Girls and Shameless. I had two fish, but they are dead now. I have two plants that are alive-ish. I have a lot of things in my life that were completely separate from my big city, sexy, minty-smelling guy. And I had to remind myself of that. So, here are three ways I refrained from an epic breakdown when the relationship I seriously cherished … ended. And I always focus on my son, but now he was the only little man I was focusing on.
I was no longer juggling. See, my boy is in Kindergarten, which is uh, the new first grade. He has homework, projects, friends, and he plays sports. Instead of thinking about my ex I sat on the couch and my son read to me. We practiced his sight words. We practiced dribbling a basketball. We played checkers.
Hello, time-killer. See what I mean? When I was in my 20s a breakup meant I only left my bed to go to work—or fine, to the bar. Go to a bookstore and read something, anything while you sip a delicious latte. Go to a trivia night with your friends. Take up a sushi-making class. I love to exercise. It keeps me sane. I took up hot yoga and it made me feel like I was cleansing myself of my past experiences, drip by drip.
A dance party with your. Also a great way to tire him out before bedtime. So, turn up the 80s music and dance in the living room. This is exercise and time with your kid in one. I was never the girl who thought I could tone up and look hot and my man would come running back—absurd. A thigh gap! I just needed to move—listening to Fiona Apple and Alanis Morissette. There was snow Breaking up with a single mother the ground. I was I got through my pregnancy, birth, and six epic years of raising my son without his father—without a main man— ding, ding, ding.
In addition, I wrote a book and worked in Breaking up with a single mother magazine offices. There is truth that not every single human being needs a partner to complete them. We are not recluses. We are not sad Sallies. I am comfortable being alone. I know how to work all day, pick up a four-month-old baby from daycare, and go home to a dark empty apartment—and not be scared. Rather, be empowered. GA tracking with Tynt.Breaking up with a single mother
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Heartbreak as a Solo Mom