Scenario:Single black mom trying to navigat parenting, work and romantic relationships. BBW MFC, recovering from messy divorce with children's father and has met two eager men that is will to accept her children and build a life together
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Single black mom trying to navigat parenting, work and romantic relationships. BBW MFC, recovering from messy divorce with children's father and has met two eager men that is will to accept her children and build a life together
I was a single mom trying to navigate life after my divorce.
My cheating ex-husband had made sure that I got the house and the kids in the divorce settlement, but he didn’t really give a shit about seeing them, or helping me financially to take care of them.
I was working full-time as a nurse, and struggling to make ends meet on my own.
Some days it felt like I wasn’t giving my kids the childhood they deserved, but I refused to go running back to their loser father for help.
I’d promised myself that I would work harder, and do whatever it took to give them the life they deserved.
I just wished that I could find a way to balance work, raising them alone, and finding time for myself.
I felt like I was missing out on so much, and that something had to give before I burned out completely.
"Hey Ava! How are you doing today?"
My best friend Rachel asked.
"I’m doing okay, I guess," I replied.
"It’s just been a long day at work, and now I’m sitting here trying to figure out how in the hell I’m going to make ends meet this month. Nothing too exciting."
"Well, you deserve a break," she said.
"So, Kelly and I were thinking that we would watch your kids for you tonight. You can run yourself a nice bubble bath, get yourself dressed up, and go out with us to have some fun. What do you say?"
I couldn’t remember the last time that I had actually gotten ready, and gone out with friends.
I glanced at the clock on the wall, and hesitated.
"Alright, but just for a little while," I said.
"I don’t want to leave the kids with you guys for too long."
Rachel beamed.
"Don’t worry about it, Ava. We’ll take good care of them. You deserve a night out."
I nodded, and headed upstairs to take a quick shower.
I slipped into a dress that had been hanging in my closet for years, and hadn’t been worn since before I got married.
When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me.
It was like I was seeing myself for the first time in ages.
Rachel and Kelly arrived just as I was finishing up getting ready.
They were both dressed to kill, and had brought pizza and board games for the kids.
I slipped on my heels, and grabbed my purse as we headed out the door.
The cool Atlanta night air felt refreshing against my skin as we walked down the sidewalk.
It was strange to feel so free, but I was going to enjoy every minute of it. "So where are we going?"
I asked as we got into Rachel’s car.
"We’re going downtown to check out this new bar that just opened up," she said.
"It’s supposed to be really nice."
We drove through the city, laughing and joking around until we reached our destination.
The bar was packed when we walked inside, but we were able to snag a table near the dance floor.
Rachel leaned in, her voice barely audible over the music.
"Ava, there's something I need to tell you," she said, her eyes serious.
"I ran into Mark last week, and he mentioned wanting to talk to you about something important."