the only good thing that came out of all that straight evil shit 👶🏼👱🏼‍♀️🐕💖✨

single motherhood, sponsored by vengeance and zero fucking sleep
subtitle: she calls me mommy and she cleans when i clean bro i’m literally gonna cry

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🍼👑

it’s insane
how much shit i lived through
just to get handed
the coolest fucking tiny human on the planet
in a diaper
with a sippy cup
and the audacity of a born fucking icon.

💌🧚‍♀️💗🌨🥡🍥✨

like
i think about the wreckage
the actual fucking wreckage—
the credit fraud,
the fucking blackouts,
the dude doing office roleplay
while building a cocaine altar
in someone else’s apartment—
and i’d still do it again
if it meant i’d get her.

🫧🕊️🩵🪞✨

not because it was okay.
it wasn’t.
it was fucking violent.
intentional.
goddamn disgusting.
and so many people
didn’t give a single fuck
that i was getting my head bashed in real time.
pregnant.
absolutely alone.
lovebombed.
discarded.
funding the collapse
from my own fucking bank account.

but somehow
out of that
came this tiny perfect girl
who stomps around in her
tiny-ass pink cowgirl boots
talking shit into a play phone
with a mop in one hand
and a baby doll on her hip
like she pays the fucking bills.

✨🦄🩷

every morning
she jumps on my head.
every night she curls into me
me. the baby. and sammi the dog.
like we’re her whole goddamn world.
because we are.

🫶🏻🥹❤️‍🩹

i didn’t just survive.
i leveled the fuck up.
into mother.
into legend.
into the type of baddie who literally
birthed her own best friend.

👶🏼👱🏼‍♀️✨

and she?
is fucking unhinged.
in the best possible way.

she’s funny.
she’s mean.
she’s genius-level dramatic.
loves blocks.
loves books.
huge fan of race cars,
fucking goddamn obsessed with sammi dog,
cleaning products, (aka water)
and unsolicited FaceTime calls.

💫👶🏼🐕💖

like bro,
this girl cleans when i clean.
not fake help.
real-ass cleaning.
paper towels, rags, mini-mop,
i shit you not—
like she’s the foreman
of our little single-mom construction site.
she works union.

and somehow, with no lessons,
she knew how to love her baby dolls.
she feeds them,
bro,
puts them to bed,
probably better
than her own fucking dad
could manage on his best day.

💥

and don’t get it contorted:
i tried.
i really fucking tried
to like that man.
to help him.
to support him.
i gave him every tool
to be a fucking father
and a man
and a human being
and instead
he chose—
violence, drugs, and employment scams.

🕊️✨

but
even with all of that,
i can tell my daughter
with no shame,
with no spin,
that i did everything to build something good.
i tried to make him better
and he chose worse.

💥

and now?
he’s out there losing hair
and i’m out here building a family
with a toddler, a dog, and…
hopefully—
a degree in progress.

just me,
my little cleaning boss
with six teeth,
a plastic vacuum,
and a soul made of fucking fire.

✨

we don’t need a happy ending.
we are one.
spite-powered,
caffeine-fueled,
and extremely well mopped.

✳ tiny baddie girl club ✳

👶🏼👱🏼‍♀️🐕💖✨