I used to have dreams that I was sleeping on a 200 foot high cliff shelf with Jax and always about to fall off.
Being a single, working mom in poverty was terrifying.
Even now I feel guilty for all the stuff I wasn’t able to do or had to work through. And I think she is mad because she didn’t get the happy mommy she wanted. ..I was just trying to keep us alive and not let her feel how poor we were.
Now, with Darla, I’m still lowly paid and doing it on my own without child support or the money D.C. owes me.