The days are starting to run together. I get up. I take care of Cameron and Melvin. I send them off to school. I spend the day with my mother. I help the kids with their homework after school. I go to bed. The next day I do it all over again.
Do not mistake what I said as me not loving or appreciating my life. I do. I adore my kids. I love my parents. I just want more.
Today I decided to do something to change my life and that of the kids. I called their father.
I didn’t really expect him to show up, but he did. He seemed to be in a pretty bad mood though.
Something about his mother, his step father, and that woman living in the house with them. We didn’t really go into details.
What we did go into though…
Let’s just say that old habits die hard.
I know it was probably a big mistake that I can’t take back. I will probably regret it later.
But is it really asking too much to want the kind of relationship that my parents have?