Every night I put our son to bed, I give him a flashlight and tuck him in. Kiss him goodnight and sweet dreams. Then I spend the evening quietly sobbing over you. Everything was so complicated, still is even. I miss you more each day. I hurt for you, deeply.
Two nights ago I begged God to please send you back to me. I have so many regrets to live with. I just want to curl up behind you and press my face into your warm back and feel that connection we shared when things weren’t broken.
Just Another Single Mother 