07/05/2026
I’m going to start this off by saying there’s always four sides to every story.
Mine.
Theirs.
The version outsiders piece together from little bits and pieces.
And then somewhere in there… the truth.
Buckle up… or don’t. 😅 This is probably going to be a long one.
I don’t need to write your name because I know this will eventually make its way to you.
Honestly though, this isn’t even just about one person. If you’re reading this and you’re offended… maybe part of it was meant for you too.
You don’t know our situation.
You don’t know our lives.
You see a few pictures, a couple videos, maybe hear something from someone else, and suddenly you’ve got our whole lives figured out.
Could I come online and tell every single detail?
Yep.
Do I?
No.
I actually share way more than some people think I should, but trust me… I still keep a LOT to myself.
Lately I’ve been asking myself…
Why do I care what you think?
You’ve already decided you don’t like me.
You’ve already decided I’m a bad mom.
You’ve already decided I’m lazy.
You’ve already decided I don’t do anything.
And the funny part?
You don’t actually know me.
Honestly… I don’t give a crap anymore.
Have I made mistakes?
Absolutely.
Will I make more?
Probably.
It’s my first time living life too. Nobody handed me a manual. I’m figuring it out as I go, just like everyone else.
Can I do better?
Of course.
But so can literally everyone else.
Since people seem to love making assumptions, let’s clear a few things up.
1. Not all of my kids have the same dad.
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I know… shocking. 🙄
Life happens. Get over it.
2. Only one of my kids’ biological dads actually pays child support. The other one avoids it.
And no… I don’t “live off child support.”
It doesn’t even cover groceries.
3. Since this one seems to be another favourite assumption…
No, I haven’t spent my life living off social assistance.
I’m 36 years old, and for the first time in my life I recently applied for assistance because we needed help.
Life happens.
4. “Why do you move so much?”
Trust me… I hate moving.
I hate packing.
I hate uprooting my kids.
But I don’t control landlords deciding to sell their homes.
I don’t control rent getting raised to ridiculous amounts.
And I also don’t stay in abusive situations just because it’s easier than leaving.
Our last two moves were because of those things.
And yes…
We’re currently living in a tent.
Yes.
We’re homeless.
Go ahead.
Judge away.
Here’s what actually matters to me.
• My kids and my dogs are together.
• They have a warm place to sleep.
• They’re safe.
• We have running water, showers, and flushable toilets nearby.
• My kids and my dogs are fed.
• They’re loved more than they’ll probably ever realize.
• My kids are outside more, exploring more, and spending way less time glued to screens.
People love saying, “That’s not how kids should live.”
Really?
If I told everyone we were spending the whole summer camping, would you still say that?
Or would it suddenly become some amazing childhood experience?
Perspective is a funny thing.
This isn’t forever.
This is where life has us right now.
And instead of sitting around feeling sorry for myself, I’m doing what I’ve always done.
I’m figuring it out.
At the end of the day, you don’t have to like me.
You don’t have to agree with my choices.
You don’t even have to understand them.
But if you’re going to judge my entire life based on a few posts on Facebook or gossip you’ve heard…
Just know you’re missing about 99% of the story.
So be fake if you want.
Judge if you want.
Talk if you want.
I’m going to keep doing what I’ve always done…
Taking care of my family.
