Welcome to me...

Hi :)

I'm a 25 year old single mummy to an almost 3 year old boy. He is absolutely beautiful and I love him to bits. I've been a single mum for almost 2 years now. In that time I have been in one other relationship and dated only 1 other additional man. I have also completed my second degree and Im now a qualified secondary school teacher who works behind a bar!!!

I live in a small town, one of those places where everyone knows your name, and your business, and what colour undies you are wearing!!! My family lives within 30kms of me which is nice :)

Since becoming a single mummy, I have learned who my real friends are, I have learned its very difficult to make new friends and as such I have spent an incredible amount of time by myself... Lonelyville is a place that I am very very familiar with. As am I familar with Facebook, where I am able to converse with my 'friends' who wouldn't come visit me because they dont know how to interact with children.

I set up this blog because I need someone to talk to... and yes, this equates essentially to talking to myself, unless I get followers... but there are just some things I can't hold on to anymore and I just need to get it out and I cant bare to tell the people associated with these feelings because I think I've already made them uncomfortable enough as it is.... essentially I am an open book. I dont hide much and when Im feeling something I deffinately like to let the other party know! Which is why my latest attempt at dating has left me still single at Christmas time, which is the worst time to be single... even worse than on your birthday!!

I hear you asking how did such a young, beautiful, intelligent. nice girl become stuck in such a difficult situation??? So here we go, this is the story of how I become a single mum (leaving the specific details out hehe).... During my final year of studying my undergratuate degree I went out with my friends for some drinks and we got talking to two young men. These guys seemed decent enough, they were handsome and charming and asked us to dance and then low and behold they followed me and my friend home!!! I mean literally 5 metres behind us, following us!!! So we took them back to my friend's house and continued the drinking and one thing led to another and I took one home with me the next morning.... where he stayed for the rest of the year. During the year we fell in love and 7 months after we met we got engaged. At the end of the year I graduated and I moved town, he came too of course. We moved interstate and lived at the beach and found our own cheap, run down water front flat and there is where we decided to start our family. So I stopped taking the pill and started counting my dates so that we could get it done exactly at the right time :) 10 months later I gave birth to our son.
If only the story went that smoothly... during the pregnancy he took up drugs (again). He decided 16 weeks into the pregnancy... the planned pregnancy! That he didn't want to be a dad anymore. I stuck by him, tried to help him, dropped out of uni, support him, helped him find a job. I did everything a loving wife-to-be and mother-to-be would do to hold her family together. After Bubba was born things were great, for about 2 weeks. Then the novelty wore off. He started hanging out with his mates, drinking, spending time with girls I didn't particularly like, and not helping me, supporting me or spending time with us. 6 months later I thought he was having an affair. Turns out he wasn't, he was just back on the drugs... Honestly, I was fooling myself, I knew months before!!! A few months after that I had enough.

The only change to his schedule, which was more like a single 21 year olds than a 26 year old father's,  was Friday and Saturdays when he worked those nights.
He stopped coming home at all when I told him I didn't want him driving my car stoned. So instead of not smoking he chose to not come home!!! Go figure!

So his mum came and got him and he left the day after valentines day 2010. The day after we got Bubba christened. He came and saw Bubba a few times in 2010, mostly when I drove south to visit my parents he would come visit too. He made it to Bubb'as 2nd birthday party... late. The guy I was in a relationship at that time and I both noticed that my ex could only handle playing with Bubba for an hr, after an hr an excuse came up that he "had to go" and this happened about 3 different times.
Since then, we have only seen/heard from the ex once, that was April, when he came and got the rest of this things from my house before I moved. It was a week till Christmas when I started writing this and there was still no contact. But I have found out since that he has a new finance and that she is now pregnant too! Good luck to her :) He did however come for a day after Christmas... I might blog about that later :P

The guy I was seeing at Bubba's second birthday was a great guy. Except he was 5 years younger than me. The age gap was no problem until we broke up and then his immaturity shone through and we haven't heard form him since. And here we are. The guy I was recently dating was 10 years older than me.... he is the topic of the next post... and the reason for me setting up this blog.

Until next time <3 and thanks for reading!

Single_Mummy xoxo