I’m fine all day. Until Travis’s friends, coworkers, students post something on Facebook. Now no matter what I do the tears fall. 

I try to stay busy. Being a single mother is time consuming. I’m not even a single parent. I’m a only parent. That is very different. Let’s get that straight. Tonight one daughter has soccer and the other has Girl Scouts.  There is no co-parenting. Even divorced parents have another parent that should help. That person for me is gone forever. 

I don’t even want to talk to anyone. Their problems seem so small compared to this. This woman from dance was telling me her problems with a stalker. I didn’t even want to listen. I’m a listener not a talker. I usually want to let people just talk. I can’t take anyone’s problems right now. 

I made friends with a woman at soccer who is a widow too. She is at soccer talking to all the other soccer moms. I don’t want to get out of my car. I want to be in my bed and under the covers. I want to get off this roller coaster of emotions.