I am a 30-year-old single father. You might be surprised because there are so few single fathers.
For the first time 9 years ago, the father was holding his daughter as if he were holding a mother with his own hands. When I was looking at life like a net, knowing nothing, it was as if my brain was being punched with a hammer when I became a father. His mother must be wondering what happened. That person does not exist in our world. My son became a god when he was seven months old. The exact reason is probably not so strange. A man named I died holding a seven-month-old red rotting animal.
You can raise your child right away. That’s why mothers who are growing up with their children are very well aware of the problems of gypsies. I went through it myself. He dedicates his life to his son. Any work, useful suggestion, amazing attention-grabbing things will be written second after my son. I continue to run a small business started by my parents. He also works professionally. He is sure that he is a good father.
Of course, over the course of 9 years, things weren’t always so good. My son never questioned his mother. I feel like I’m growing up too fast because I hardly get to call myself a mother in my life. My problem is that I don’t agree with the kind of woman who imagines and doubts like a child’s innocence. The boys themselves are interested in me almost at first, and they take the initiative in their hands and go on dates.
At first, I used to treat her without thinking about anything, but now I am secretly looking for the kind of woman who will be my wife and the mother of my son. Unfortunately, women also have a lot of problems. I think it doesn’t matter if I am a married mother with a child. But the girls who meet me are interested in hanging out with me and going on dates.
This is the one that is a little bit different from the others. But I wonder why women are not satisfied with this aspect. Bring your friend. This is the most ridiculous action. I will dedicate my time to meeting that person.
However, with the person who brought his friend, there is no problem of what to talk about or how to understand each other. Well, let’s talk too much about my personal life. Any man should get to know the woman he is interested in and spend time with her in order to get to know more. There is no more space left.
I still don’t understand why women ask and answer themselves. Will you forget me? do you love me What do you think of me? What did you do when you first saw me? When they ask questions like that, they answer them themselves, get angry with themselves, decide to break up, and then relax. A year ago, he became quite close to a woman who could almost become his spouse.
Well organized and many times, they pursue each other only to be closer to each other, and the unsolvable mysteries make it even more interesting to listen to this person somehow. It didn’t matter what her previous life was like, it didn’t matter if she had children, it didn’t matter if she was unemployed or not. It turned out to be a lie that she was single without children. Divorced from her husband with two children. But it’s not surprising that when a man has made up his mind, he’s gone.
I thought it didn’t matter. But the next problem. She left him and sat down with another girl, and her two children, who are living well now, are not at ease. Sometimes he calls me when he drinks, texts me, cheats on me, and after so many years, I can’t seem to reconcile. No, when there is a guy here who wants to love you forever and stay by your side with the rest of your life, she was the kind of woman who always broods over the past.
That’s all. In the beginning, even my son told his grandmother that he wanted his father to have a girlfriend. If it happens on purpose, I would like to say that if there is a woman who can love, not poor and beautiful, I would like to have my son’s mother. Well, in the end, nothing happened. I forgot that I started writing thinking about what to say. It was written. Then you will have a good night, right? It seems that the name was meant to write that there is such a father.\