If you’ve ever caught yourself scrolling through parenting advice, wondering how everyone else seems to have it together while you’re just trying to keep everyone alive and semi-fed, this one’s for you. You might be exhausted, second-guessing yourself, and quietly mourning the mom you thought you’d be before reality (and a toddler) showed up. This isn’t another highlight reel; it’s a confession and a comfort. Because once you stop chasing the fantasy version of motherhood and start embracing the one you actually live in, things get a whole lot lighter, calmer, and more human.

We love to toss around “it takes a village,” but what happens when there is no village? No one to hold the baby while you shower, no friend to text when you’re unraveling in a parking lot. For millions of moms, this is the everyday reality—and it’s slowly breaking them.

This isn’t a personal failing. It’s a societal setup. If you’ve ever whispered “I can’t do this anymore” into the dark, this one’s for you.

We didn’t get married for butterflies—we got married for a baby. For a future. For something steady after years of chaos. There was no fairy tale beginning, just two people in their thirties who knew what heartbreak looked like and didn’t want to raise a kid alone. This isn’t a romance story. It’s a real one. For every parent out there wondering if “enough” can actually be enough—this is for you.