Hello! Thanks for checking this page out! On here, I aim to share a little more about who I am and why I started this blog in the first place.
How It All Began
I started this blog mainly with my beautiful, rambunctious, toddler in mind. As a single mom, in my early twenties, in the middle of an associate’s degree, I can’t help but feel the physical, mental, and financial burden that comes with the responsibility of a child. I want the best for him. I want him to have the world and more. But how do I leave home (my parent’s basement to be precise) and give him that? How does one gain wealth and the wisdom to keep it? How can I make enough income to save?
I tried working fulltime and going to school and raising my baby and nearly broke my sanity in two. I prayed and prayed for a solution.
The Holy Spirit led me to a book called “Rich Dad, Poor Dad” by Robert T Kiyosaki with Sharon L. Lechter, and it completely changed my outlook on what it means to make money. Originally, I’d thought that the only real way to make money was to study hard, land a killer (high paying) job, and build an excellent monthly budget. I now realized that the truth is much better than that, much easier– the cheat code to wealth is not accumulating high education but assets (things that make you money) and limiting liabilities (things that cost you money or depreciate over time). I interpreted this to mean: side hustles. Create as many profitable side hustles, or small businesses, as you can. Do not depend on one source of income.
Blogging came to mind first!
For as long as I can remember, I have loved to create: whether it be drawing, painting, sculpting, writing, building, or crocheting. I love the act of birthing ideas from my head into the real world.
How I Became a Single Mom
“But Rose,” I’m sure you’re begging to ask, “How did you become a single mom? Divorce? Cheating? Death?!” Yes, no, no.
It all began with a boy. (As these things usually do). We met at a university upstate. He was sweet, and kind, and caring –only a little bit manipulative– he liked me so much he’d follow me around campus and tell me such pretty lies. Being naive, I mistook loneliness for love. I had hoped and dreamed of a man who’d compliment me all the time, carry by bags for me, and bring me thoughtful little gifts. I truly thought that I had found that.
I could not have been more wrong. Hidden beneath his handsome, thoughtful exterior, was a broken beast. I was blinded. But, even with every excuse I could give him, wolf’s white wool wore down. He became uglier and uglier. The bliss suddenly turned into fear. I began to see the truth. My fears were not unfounded. He was purposefully creating most of our problems. Behind my back, he disrespected our landlords, harassed by friends and family, and used all of our money. Then he’d blame it on me.
The climax hit one dark and stormy evening. He drove aimlessly through the parking lot of a Massachusetts mall. We were screaming, as usual, about something silly. I wouldn’t back down from my point. He couldn’t stand that. We swerved as he tried to slam my head into the dash. My brain simply refused to acknowledge the action. He wouldn’t actually hurt me, right? Wrong. He elbowed me in the ribs. I fled from the car, into the rain, and into the nearest building. I hid for hours in the clothing racks of a retail store. I sobbed as the true terror had been revealed… the father of the child growing within me.
I felt utterly hopeless. It was too late. We were married. I was six months pregnant with nowhere to go.
My sister had courage when I did not. She sent him to jail for nine months for domestic violence. I took her strong actions as an opportunity to run home.
I’ll never understand his reasons for putting me through so much. Actually, I have decided not to care any more.
Do not let the memories of your past limit the potential of your future. There are no limits to what you can achieve on your journey through life, except in your mind.
Roy T. Bennett
A year and half later, the divorce is finalized, and I have full custody. I don’t hate him anymore. No, I have forgiven him. My son and I are safe, we are loved, and we are wanted. I have full custody. I choose to look forward — towards graduation, towards the success of this blog, towards the life I will build with my baby.
Thank you for reading.
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