Hmm, thank you? So, where do I draw the line after receiving the title of this post as a text? I'd say I probably should have drawn it months ago, but sometimes I just have too much faith in people.
When do I stop trying to co-parent and just accept the fact that we'll never get along? I'm a firm believer that even if two people aren't together, it's still possible to raise a child as a unit. BUT in order to do this, both parents must keep the child's best interest in mind.
This doesn't happen when one parent believes in stability, consistency and routines, and the other based their beliefs on "he's half mine, so I deserve him half of the time." Um, what? Wrong (in my own opinion, of course). He may be half yours, but that doesn't mean his time should be split equally down the middle. A child should be in the same bed every night, should be put to sleep the same way every day, should have a nighttime routine, and should generally just BE in the same place every day. If you don't believe that, then you obviously don't have his best interest in mind. And if I'm continuing to be honest, I believe that a child's place is with his/her mother.
I'm not afraid to put any of this out there for others to read. Single mothers shouldn't have to feel bullied. We're already bullied and looked down upon by society, and I'm not going to let Langston's father do the same. I'm the definition of a proud single mama, and if I have to go to court, I will. You can drag me through the mud, but you won't break the bond that comes along with being his mother. I put the work in to develop and deserve that bond. You don't get the privilege of that just because you're his father.
I am a mother, and I will not back down to threats. My number one priority is Langston, and I will go to the ends of the earth for him. My belief is that a man should be stepping back to let a child be with his mother, not threaten and try to frighten her into giving half of her time up. Call me old fashioned, I don't care. This is my opinion. This is my life. And that is my baby.