I decided that I must be a Pain Curator. I might have been born to have this job. I’ve pretty much spent my entire life intrigued by horrible stories, and now, trying to survive a horrible story. I’m not sure why. Maybe because I’m super nosy, and a kind of unlucky. Or secretly a sensitive person. I don’t know, but pain manages to find me. Or I find it. Maybe a little of both.
Today’s exhibit: the ugliness of single parenthood after your husband has the nerve to die on you and leave you with 3 kids.
My first venture into the audio world:
Caution: use of profanity, a bad attitude, and very amateur recording skills. I apologize for all three offenses in advance. I’m tired.
Single mother of three- 14,11 and 8. My husband died in 2014. It does suck! And mine are easier in a todlerzilla sense and getting harder in a teenzilla sense. I feel your pain and I’m so sorry, for me too. I don’t know the answers either but we are doing our best and that’s all we can do. Thank you for sharing your pain. It helps to know I’m not alone.
Sending empathy your way!