If someone were to ask me, “What is the toughest part of being a single parent?” I would reply with, “Loneliness.”
Even with my village of support. Even with my community, family, and the work I love. Even with all of that magic, I still struggle with loneliness.
Laying in the arms of someone who loves me. Having a partner that shares life, loads, and challenges with me. A kiss at the end of the day (and in the beginning, and the middle). Someone who dreams big with me and questions things and loves hard.
Honestly, I don’t think I’ve *ever* had that full resume of a partner in my life because I wasn’t being true to my identity and self-worth before now.
I know the opportunity of love will present itself when the time is right, but in the meantime, loneliness will be present. I’m growing weary of loneliness.