It had been twenty years since my husband left. Twenty years of scraped-together meals, late-night shifts, and those weeks when I\u2019d count down to payday like it was some sort of lifeline.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
should\u2019ve been used to the constant balancing act of being a single mother, but it still felt like I was one misstep from everything crashing down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jake was my life, though. No matter how hard things got, my bright-eyed, creative son was the reason I kept going. But there was a problem, a big one.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It had been twenty years since my husband left. Twenty years of scraped-together meals, late-night shifts, and those weeks when I\u2019d count down to payday like it was some sort of lifeline. should\u2019ve been used to the constant balancing act of being a single mother, but it still felt like I was one misstep from…<\/p>\n