I've gone from being a relatively free woman with a boyfriend to a 'mom' without male companionship. The man I believed to be my soulmate left me because he couldn't handle me taking on a child. Trust me, that hurts - that's telling me he didn't value me enough to love me through this. Wish I could let him go that easily. Now, anyone who judges the fact that I am trying to go out dancing as much as possible had better stick their heads up their own asses. I don't drink, I don't 'party', I work and do my damndest to maintain my responsibilities. The boy has food, shelter, clothes, love and warmth. What always would get me through breakups is DANCING. So I'm going to Dance.