DISCLAIMER: Mom, if you’re reading this, and I’m sure you are, you may want to grab some tissues. You told me last time to warn you before you read a post that will make you cry, and this one probably will.
People ask me all the time about my dad. People ask me all the time what it’s like to grow up with a single mom. I don’t blame them for being curious, how could I? It’s human nature… we all want to know everything. What I don’t appreciate is the pity. I don’t need it and I don’t want it, so don’t give it to me. I’ve learned that that’s not an easy request to fill… I can see it in your eyes when the topic comes up. But it’s ok. I get that it’s hard to not look at me differently once you know.