it gets easier. I was so upset for months when Ashtons father walked out. I cried ever night wondering how I would go on my own raising another baby, I missed him sooooo much (or thought I did) and one day it just started to lessen and by the time I had Ash I was a strong mumma.

I gave him a second chance when Ashton was 4 months old. We had been seperated since I was a few months pregnant so it had been a while. I thought I still loved him and wanted to be with him but I found out I was in love with the OLD him, the one who hadn't turned into an *******. It didn't work obviously because he was the same idiot as before. Sometimes it's just the memories, you need to realise what they were like in the bad times too.