I had my son when I was 19 years old, and struggled to get by as a single mother for the first four years of his life. In 2001 I got married to a man who accepted my son as his own. It's been a rough and rocky marriage, neither of us was really ready for it, but it started to really fall apart when his ex got in touch with him and he began a long-term affair. I forgave him every time, I believe that marriage is a lifetime commitment. He always ended up coming home to me, until a week and a half ago when he suddenly announced that he couldnt' take it anymore and he was leaving. I was stunned. We were getting along much better, and he had seemed much happier.
Now I'm just trying to pull myself together. I'd been working for several months as a transcriptionist, and have started to increase my work with that. I have a 9 year old son to care for, and we're just trying to make it day by day.
