Divorcé Tales: The Mother Ring

Since I have stopped wearing those double bands of “bliss,” I find myself wondering “what are people thinking about when they see me out with my kids?” Do they think I’m a baby mamma? Do they think my kids have separate fathers? I sometimes even find myself hiding my left hand because I don’t want people thinking I’m some woman that sleeps around and got knocked up, twice. And then I wonder “why do I care what they think anyway? I know I had my kids after I had gotten married. But that shouldn’t even matter; ‘to each his own.’

But I can’t help but think about that sometimes. People are very judgmental. I know because I was, and sometimes still am, one of those people. We’ve all done it at some point. And I think this sucks. No, not because I am now in the single mother category. I thought these types of attitudes were bad before I joined this category. I just feel that as women and mothers, we have to deal with enough in our day-to-day lives without dealing with being looked down upon by others. Every trip to the grocery store: Oooooo look at that, another single mother. Ain’t that a shame? Those poor kids growing up without a father figure in their life. YES PEOPLE, I AM A SINGLE MOTHER! YES, MY KIDS LOOK ALIKE! THEY HAVE THE SAME PARENTS! YES, MY LIFE IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. I am woman, hear me roar! LOL