Life Of A Single Mom

Chapter 14

By the time Will finally settled down in the hospital room, he immediately started calling the nursery asking about the baby boy. But before they could even bring my baby back in, I needed to get some things off my chest.
Too much had happened between us. Too much silence. Too much built-up resentment.
But like always, Will wasn’t trying to hear it.
His mind was somewhere else entirely, wrapped up in problems with his girlfriend and whatever drama was waiting on him outside those hospital walls. And honestly, at that point, I was too drained to argue anymore.
So I let it go.
I figured once I went home the next day, I wouldn’t have to deal with him outside of co-parenting anyway.
Well…
that’s what I thought.
A whole week passed without hearing from him or seeing him. Then out of nowhere, there he was standing at my front door asking if he could stay for a little while.
Now my toxic side immediately screamed, HELL NO.
Because throughout most of my pregnancy, that man stressed me out, disappeared whenever it was convenient for him, and left me feeling alone more times than I could count.
But then the softer side of me kicked in.
Because no matter what happened between us, when me and my kids had nowhere to go before, Will opened his door without hesitation. No questions asked. And that’s something I could never fully forget.
So against my better judgment…
I let him stay.
At first, it was only supposed to be temporary.
A few days. Maybe a week.
But somehow two weeks turned into a month…
and a month turned into two.
By then, I was OVER IT.
I needed my space back. My peace back. My freedom back.
And truthfully, I had already started talking to somebody else, which made the situation even more awkward. It was definitely time for Will to go because now he was interfering with my little “me time” and keeping me from fully bonding with the new guy.
Well technically, he wasn’t new.
I had known him for years.
But this was the first time I seriously considered giving him a real chance.
And Lord…
if that man only knew the emotional roller coaster he was signing up for dealing with me, he probably would’ve ran in the opposite direction immediately.
Because loving me wasn’t simple.
One day you might get soft, loving, nurturing V. The next day you might get “don’t text me, don’t touch me, and leave me alone” V.
And if life hit me wrong?
Baby, it was straight destructive mode.
Loving me meant learning how to survive every version of me — the healed parts, the broken parts, the angry parts, all of it.
Eventually, after two months and two weeks, Will finally moved out.
And when I tell you I was HAPPY…
baby, I was damn near celebrating.
For the first time in a long time, my house finally felt like mine again.
No tension. No walking on eggshells. No worrying about somebody judging my every move.
I could breathe.
I was finally ready to live again, explore life a little, and stop feeling guilty for wanting happiness outside of old relationships that should’ve stayed in the past.
Because one thing I refused to do ever again was tiptoe around my own peace.
And sneaking around inside my own house?
Yeah… that was dead.