Brandane
The Costa Clyde rain magnet.
Thanks @Marmion for the comment it really made me think. Maybe my words were harsh, he is a child after all. It comes from a fear of not being good enough (child of a broken home, oh gosh, yes I'm one of 'those' people). My fiancé, his father, passed away in a car accident when I was 7 months pregnant so I've always worked hard to provide for my son. I'm self employed now and I work about 60 hours a week to provide a good living. 5am starts and working when he's asleep is effortless when you have a strong independent young man smiling at you every day. Sometimes I feel like I need to make up for the fact my son has no family in his life so I fill his days with as many good life experiences as much as I can. My bike was always my escape when I was younger. I can't afford a car so I bought him a tricycle as soon as he could waddle. 14 years later he now has a great custom build I've worked really hard to provide and he works very hard to look after. It doesn't make up for the fact he hasn't got a; Dad, grandparents or any blood relative in his life but he sure doesn't think about that when we're doing off road trails together I can tell you!!
Maybe I'm jealous that some people seemingly have it easier because they have the support of family who have been there all their life (my delusion perhaps). I'd love to visit the places in the world this child has been to and once my son is old enough to go his way in the world I will have many adventures of my own. (We've been lucky enough to travel but I couldn't afford it recently) 14 years has been a long wait to fulfil my globe backpacking dreams but I've only 4 more years to go and I can go off Indiana Jones style! Id love all the abundance this boy speaks of and their 4 bed new build on the much nicer estate next to ours. But I rent a small council house and save like mad so I can put a tiny mortgage on it and give the house to my son as his first step on the property ladder/ Uni fees or whatever he chooses.
Yesterday I felt overly vulnerable. It was a year since my Mum passed away. It's been building up but my goodness on Thursday night did it overwhelm me. I never really knew her. She didn't know herself. I spent 15 years locked in an abusive home but I was soooo lucky, I met the love of my life at 15 and moved out as soon as I was legally able to. Into our new home with my new fiancé and soon out new baby was on the way!
When my Mum got cancer two years ago I gave up work to look after her because she had no one. I lost my clients and we lived off my 'go traveling when he's older' savings pot. She was due to come home the day she passed away. I'd waited 31 years for a Mum but the blessing was in her very last moments I was a Mum to her. Sadly something she lived all her life without. I'm very proud I could give her that.
Last year kicked off a huge chain of events for me. I realised all the things my Mum never did in her life and it's inspired me to do so much this last year. I've always done voluntary/charity work but this year I'm doing two charity runs!! Me, running, who knew? Next week actually! First time ever and I'm a bit wobbly nerved, but I'm going for it!
I'd not met this boy before and I've always had a niggle that they might not have a good time when they first come over. We never had people over when I was young so I've got no model of how it works. But he's asked to come back again!! Maybe I shouldn't feel bad that I can't provide all this boy seemingly has. That is pretty shallow. But I tell you what. I'm proud as punch that my boy took care of his friend when he got upset.
I've just finished my work for today so I'm off to make a mammoth Sunday breakfast for two hungry young men!!
Have a great day peeps!
Your post makes you out to be very strong......

(Which makes little sense now that the opposing reply has disappeared!).
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