Hear me out. My daughter is 8. I know that she loves me, based on the mere fact that she wants to be with me practically every second of the day, including while I'm peeing. I don't need a special day of the year to know that, despite the arguments and foot stomping, I am her world and she is mine. So I'm going to be real a minute: all this Hallmark-driven holiday does for me is depress me. Typically for Mother's Day, I receive age appropriate gifts of crayon filled pictures,

(language warning) I started today with plans for a date tonight. And I ended it with a dude calling me huge. This is my dating life. It's nbd (no big deal. people know that, right?) I deal with this shit all the time. Ghosting is only the beginning of my #girlgonedating stories. And they recently ended with being called huge. This guy and I recently started talking on facebook/tinder/text and ultimately decided to meet tonight. We had typical get to know you conversation, fa