My oldest son is 12 years old now. He's reaching his pubescent years, so he needs a male figure and someone he can relate to. I think that's something he's struggling with right now, having a male in his life. I'm the oldest of all my siblings, so I've always been pretty independent and always done things on my own anyway. I'm not always the most approachable person to family members because I've dealt with so much because I've had to be the way I am, and it's for a reason. Even being with my kids, I'm learning to be more supportive and affectionate to them. We've always been super close because it's always been just us. I've never actually had a time to grieve until now that they're able to cook for themselves. I'm not potty training anybody. I'm not having to feed anybody. I have the time and opportunity to come and do things like this. My youngest is actually struggling with not having memories of his dad and trying to comprehend that we actually lived that life.
On June 5th, 2018. See this statement in context.