This week I turned 41. It’s a day I thought I’d never see. I was sure I would be dead by 25 the way I was living. Homeless at 21, due to the choices I was making, I didn’t feel I had or was even worthy of any other options.
A positive co-parenting relationship is not possible if the only one parent is putting in an effort. I am unapologetically done trying to co-parent.
My life has crashed…and I can’t turn to using drugs or alcohol. So I’ve turned to my old friend. Sex. And I’m beginning to wonder if I’m still “using.”