I am a thirty-something, happily attached MILF (at least that’s what my boyfriend calls me). My girls are wonderful, perfect specimens of what wonderful parenting can produce. Or at least they made it this far in spite of their wonderful upbringing.
Princess is almost 15. She really isn’t bad for a teenage girl although having just the right clothes, shoes and perfectly straight hair are important to her. She gets good grades, is respectful of adults (mostly) and sometimes even treats her younger sister well. She is the product of my first marriage. I married her father when I was 18, we divorced when I was 22.
Little Mommy is 10. She is definitely just as her nickname portrays. She is often more concerned with others than herself, is very sensitive and empathetic, thoughtful and sweet. And wise well beyond her tender years. She is not a child, never really has been. She is from my second marriage. I married her father when I was 24, we are currently undergoing divorce proceedings.
Boyfriend is almost 40. He really is the man I have been looking for. He is in the midst of divorce as well, things are interesting to say the least. He stays with me two weeks out of the month and stays at his house with his 5 year old son the other two weeks. I have learned a lot about myself and my capacity to love from my involvement with this man. He has taught me that it’s okay to have wants and needs and it really is okay to put them before everyone else’s in the universe. What a concept! Is it possible that the third time really is the charm?
