At first, I assumed I was simply having terrible luck with men.
Dating as a single mother is complicated. I got that going in. But I was always honest about it. Every man knew, from the first date, that I had two daughters. I never hid them. I never softened the picture to make myself seem easier to love.
My name is Denise Calloway. I’m thirty-nine, a pediatric nurse at Ashwood Falls Regional in Georgia. My daughters, Aubrey and Skylar, are twins. Fifteen years old. Sophomores now, loud in completely different ways, and somehow still finishing each other’s sentences even though they’ve spent the last two years insisting they’re “nothing alike.”
Their father left when they were three. Ohio, mostly. Birthday texts more than birthday cards these days. I stopped waiting on him a long time ago.
