Ds is starting reception next week.
We had a rough start with his dad not being very nice, throwing us out the house when he was 18 months and me feeling very down. I reflect and realise I didn’t really ‘enjoy’ the baby years.
Fast forward life has significantly changed, I went into survival mode and built a company turning over a million in over a year. While money is nice. I’m a single mum, 30, content, but still having to make it work alone.
like that, he’s suddenly starting school and I would do anything to do it all over again. I feel so so sick an anxious
going off topic, his dad and I are very amicable go on holidays and lunch with our son. But I know it will need to come to an end at some point so we don’t confuse him/ if we meet other people. **