Single-ish, Messy, and Somehow Still Cute

Welcome to the part of my life that doesn’t fit neatly into conversation. I’m a single mom, technically married, emotionally independent, and somehow trying to date without emotionally suing myself later. If that sounds messy, it is — and honestly, that’s exactly why I’m here.

Somewhere between parenting and pretending I have boundaries, I’ve been rebuilding a version of me I lost. Not the married me. Not the “before kids” me. Just me — learning how to flirt without guilt, start over without disappearing, and figure out who I am in the spaces between chapters.

With that aside, here’s the origin story. I started this blog on November 28, 2025 — slightly drunk, emotionally dramatic, and staring at the beautiful mess my life had somehow turned into. Somewhere between laughing at myself and questioning every life choice I’ve ever made, I decided my chaos deserved its own corner of the internet. So I tossed it into the void, fully aware it might never be read, never be liked, and absolutely never go viral.

And then… I forgot about it.

Like fully, confidently, “this never happened” forgot. Life kept life-ing, responsibilities piled up, and this poor little blog was left alone in the digital wilderness. Until now — when I accidentally remembered I made it and thought, wow, look at me returning to my own emotional time capsule.

This is where I come to ramble. To overshare responsibly. To post random updates, questionable thoughts, and the occasional “how did I get here?” moment. Maybe it’ll find someone just as bored, just as tired, scrolling at 2 a.m. with the same guy problems as a single 25-year-old mom who definitely did not put this on her childhood vision board.

Because let’s be real — this wasn’t the timeline I planned. The plot twisted, the vibes changed, and now I’m out here rewriting the story with coffee, sarcasm, and just enough hope to keep it interesting.