Somebody had a good nap! (Taken with Instagram)
Sleepy baby (Taken with Instagram)
Life is good :) headed back to michigan from Indiana tomorrow!
Cuddling with little man :) (Taken with instagram)
soooo for all you people out there that care about whats going on in my life… lol.. lets see.. i got rid of the loser (aka baby daddy). Shit gets old really fucking fast. Im all for sticking by your side and doing everything i can to make us work but i WILL NOT give 100% if all your willing to give is 5. So im moving on and letting go. Its so hard because i feel like im letting my kids down and because i know how hard its going to be to raise 2 kids by myself…but lets face it..thats what ive been doing anyways. I raised kiley all by myself for 4 years and now ill do it with her and kolten. it is what it is..
Me and bella baby :) (Taken with instagram)
A damaged angel
I came across this poem soooo long ago (like back when myspace was popular) and its always stuck with me. I was just looking back at my myspace and getting some old pictures off it when i saw that i had posted it as a blog. No its not by me .. we just happen to have the same name. lol.
A damaged Angel
A damaged Angel with a broken wing
Loses her vision and forgets how to sing
Broken in spirit by lifes unpleasent hand
The dreadful choices made when it comes to a man
to withdraw in downright denial is coping at best
to hide the truthful veracity from all the rest
to say it noticably would shatter her by far
and cause her to lose ho;d of that one shining star
he brightens her day with his prevalent grin
as she accepts within that she cannot win
the turmoil inside that she bears to herself
always certain to put it away on that shelf
of broken hearted treasures and thoughts so profound
always perceptive that they’ll shatter to the ground
dreams are like ribbons and the finest of lace
they distangle so easily and sweep at your face
until nothing is left but the few tatters that were
and remnants of what has become entirely unsure
My favorite picture of my son :D (Taken with instagram)
It must be nice.
It must be nice to be able to come and go as you please while I’m at home taking care of what should be both of our responsibilities.
It must be nice to be able to turn into a rageing drug addict with no regard for your children or the people who care about you.
It must be nice to be able to start fights, leave, take a few days off from being a dad and boyfriend, then come back and act like nothing happen.
It must be nice to be able to move back in with your mommy whenever you feel you need a break.
It must be nice to be able to shit, shower and shave without someone else constantly in the bathroom.
It must be nice to get a good night sleep.
It must be nice to think about your wants and needs before anyone else’s.
It must be nice to be able to be a complete fucking asshole.
… and you ask me why I think I’m better the then you. I don’t think I’m better then you, I know I am! Things get hard and I stand my ground. I don’t run away like a coward. Ive never abandoned my children. Its because of me they have and will continue to have everything they need. I may love you but I love myself and my kids more. I wont continue to beat my head against the wall trying to get you to care. I shouldn’t have to.
Taken with instagram