It’s overwhelming sometimes. And scary. And honestly, a little heartbreaking. This kid of mine is so tough, and it just feels like nothing can ever be easy for her or even just normal. And I so desperately want normal for her. If I’m being honest, though, I often want it for myself as well.

All of this is compounded by the fact that I’m a single mother. I adopted my girl on my own, and now that I’m 35 years old, that elusive Mr. Right seems even further out of reach. I’m mostly okay with that fact. I’d love to fall in love, but I’m not desperately yearning for it. It is what it is, and I always wanted to become a mom more than a wife, anyway.

Still, doing it all on my own does make things harder. Financially, there’s a lot on my shoulders and I don’t have family nearby to take advantage of free babysitting or get extra time to do much for myself.

So, yes, it makes perfect sense that one of my best friends in the world would want to gently ensure I know what I’m getting myself into.

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