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I don't think he intended to hurt my feelings, but it kind of did. The boyfriend was talking to me on the phone a little while ago and started telling me about running into an old friend he hadn't seen in years. She apparently has a 13 year old and the subject of had come up. She had told him he was smart to not have any and lucky he didn't have to deal with<b> teenagers </font></b>and their antics. He commented to her that, after spending time with my own , he considered himself thankful that he never 'walked that path' as well because he just didn't really like to be around . I didn't say anything to him, but it had been one of the reasons why I had chosen not to pursue things with him in the beginning. When you have , they are a part of your life for the rest of your life. Good, bad, and ugly. He had never had any , didn't want any , and I felt that my having would be a negative factor to him. After seeing how well he got along with my , I quickly changed my mind. He was patient, and fun, and seemed to genuinely enjoy being around them when I had them. Or, so I thought. Being a single parent is such a tough thing. It's difficult enough just meeting someone who could possibly be the right person. Someone who accepts you as you are, and you them. It's harder yet when you throw into the equation. They have to accept them as well. Whether they want to admit to it or not, I don't think most guys want the added baggage of a woman with a ready made family, even if the are only there part of the time. |
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I am thankful every day for my grandparents, they pretty much raised me as a kid. I give you a lot of respect and credit for taking your grandson in, it may not be what you had in mind for the rest of your life, but you are certainly making a difference in his life just by giving him the stability he needs and a role model for him to learn from. I owe everything that I am today to my grandparents, they helped me become the person I am. My dad was an abusive alcoholic and my mother was not in the least bit interested in being a parent. If anything, I learned what not to do from my parents.
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