It’s official. I’m totally hopeless at love, parenting and life.
Single mom? Check.
Massive debt? Check.
A sassy daughter who inherited my gift of snark?
Ugh. Check.
I work three jobs, go to school, and do my best to be in my kid’s life. Men are the last thing on my mind. I wouldn’t have time to look at a man even if he fell into my lap.
Until he does. Thanks to my spawn who keeps calling some famous relationship expert, airing my disastrous life in her podcast.
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