Ancient History

Once upon a time I was engaged.

I haven't mentioned that here.

There was a guy that I dated while pregnant with my son. Although he was not the genetic donor, he stepped into the role that was otherwise vacant. He went with me to Dr's appointments and was in the operating room when Ty was delivered.

Ty's first Christmas this guy gave me a ring.

So we were engaged.

We set the date, bought a house, I ordered the dress, did the planning, took the pictures, bought furniture, and started renovating the house.....the whole shebang.

But two months before the wedding it all fell apart.

And for a day or two afterwards, I fell apart, too.

But I got to the point where enough was enough, so I wiped my tears away and picked myself up and returned to my most important job. Mom.

I got my bank statements and bills out and looked long and hard at what it would cost to move Ty and I out of my parents house and into a house of our own.

No matter how I did the math, there was just no way that I could live on my own, I would always be just short on having enough to get by.

But I took the chance and when the house was finished I moved me and Ty into our first real home. Our home.

In the three years since then I've somehow always managed. Some months I've come out of with a smile, others I came out of in a sweat. But we've always made it through.


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Ashley Wife & Mom

Ashley is a thirty-something wife and mother of two boys. She enjoys spending time with her family, as well as reading and decorating their home. Her blogging adventures began in 2006 as a single mother and have carried on through marriage and a new life with a husband, a teenager, and a pre-schooler.