My son's first birthday was probably the worst day of my life.
I had worked so hard and so long, hoping this day would work. But when I realised yet another day of breaking my back to keep everyone happy and trying to maintain a sense of normalcy was not working, some hard reality checks set in.
There are many single moms. I am not the first, I certainly will not be the last. But that birthday was the beginning of the end for me, in terms of leaving my sons dad, and a new beginning that has been the hardest journey of my life.