Being a single mother is much more than yall think it is. Not only does it mean doing absolutely everything alone, with no support, help, or a break, ever, but it also comes with tons and tons of negative connotations and stereotypes.

It’s definitely not easy working a full-time job and having two children. But I do it, full heartedly. I wake up at 4:45 am every morning to make sure that everyone will have breakfast on the table, and lunch to take to school. I make sure that the house is in order, and that everyone has clean clothes. I then get on the city bus and take my kids to their two separate schools. The whole process takes over an hour, and then I head to my minimum wage job that I despise.

All of that being said, I am ok with that. This is my life, I love my children to pieces, I would do anything for them, and I am managing. My kids help out as much as they can, and I am so appreciative of them.

But what I seriously can’t handle? The looks and the comments I get. I don’t want to answer your questions about my private and personal life, that’s none of your business. No, my husband did not pass away, and he is not locked up in jail. And no, thank you, I don’t want your help to find him.  I don’t want your pity, I don’t want anything from you. All I want is to stop looking at me like thing, and asking me if everything is ok. If you really want to help, drive my kids to school. Invite them over for dinner. Do something more productive than judging.