That thing is like a pacemaker — the minute it starts to lose power, her life’s over.
Yet, after going 12 hours without hearing from her, I started to wonder, “Did I say something wrong?
” Because the problem couldn’t have been with her i Phone.
Updated to add: The use of the term ‘single mother’ is not exactly accurate. If you screw up and get pregnant, don’t screw up even more and bring an innocent child along with you! Divorced moms who escaped abusive marriages with drug/sex/gambling/whatever addicts should not get a free pass from you, either.
If you are a mother and you are collecting child support, you are not a single mother. The rest of us who have to LIVE with your fucked up, emotionally scarred children will PAY you to have a fucking abortion. Second, single mothers are clearly really, really shitty at making life decisions. You both put each other’s happiness above your own. Now divorced mothers, who are a breed of single mothers, MIGHT be a little different, but whenever you approach one, sing this little song in your head: it takes two to tango. Even if it’s TRUE that the husband was a colossal fuck-up, you need to ask yourself what kind of imperceptive moron couldn’t spot that?
My wife, Sue, and I tend to keep pretty good track of our occasional medical expenses, so we aren’t taken by surprise when the insurance company’s explanation of benefits (EOB) comes in the mail.