Quotes on dating a single mom
Jerry : I didn't "shoplift the pooty." We were thrown together and -- I mean it's two mutual people who -- Alright, I shoplifted the pooty.
A real man does not shoplift the "pooty" from a single mom.
A real man does not shoplift the "pooty" from a single mom. Jerry : Can I ask you a question totally unrelated to your career? Jerry : What do you know about dating a single mother? Rod : First, single mothers don't "date." They have been to the circus, you know what I'm saying?
Jerry : Tell me, because it's been a month, and she's about to take another job in San Diego.
I learned that if I didn't exist, the family would be better off.
I grew up believing that if I had never been born, things would be easier for the people I loved.
For many men dating a single mom is like navigating a busy street in a foreign country.
All of their tried and tested dating rules suddenly don't apply and the beautiful single mom before them is as mysterious as the Egyptian Sphinx.
Never feel that you are not good enough for a man just because you have kids.
(page 35)” ― Donald Miller, “My research continues to amaze and baffle me. What we didn’t get from the home, we find ways of getting elsewhere.
It’s evident, then, when one looks at the stats we don’t have a teenage pregnancy problem and we don’t have a street gang problem.
I will even suggest that we don’t have a drug and alcohol problem, nor do we have a crime problem rather, these are only the symptoms that we are experiencing, and the real problem is broken homes that result in broken lives.” ― Drexel Deal, tags: absentee-fathers, black-community, broken-homes, broken-lives, crime-prevention, crime-problem, drugs-and-alcohol, fatherless-homes, gang-prevention, geniuses, research, root-causes, single-mothers, single-parent-homes, symptoms, teenage-pregnancy “I came from as low as one could come, with no mother and no father.
So in return I build a family for myself and these fella’s were a part of my family.
“If you have no arms To hold your crying child but your own arms And no legs but your own to run the stairs one more time To fetch what was forgotten I bow to you If you have no vehicle To tote your wee one but the wheels that you drive And no one else to worry, “Is my baby okay?