it’s as if life couldn’t get harder—and then it did.

it wasn’t like you weren’t happy, or hadn’t moved on, but seeing your son happily skip out of his fathers house with some candy in hand—saying it was from his daddy’s girlfriend who he already had a nickname for—had something twist in your stomach.

but nevertheless, you open your arms wide, welcoming the white haired and blue eyed little four year old into your arms as he happily giggles into your embrace.