Being a single dad to twins isn’t heroic; it’s logistics, caffeine, and prayer. I’m 34, raising three-year-old Bella and Lily alone since their mom decided diapers and midnight feeds weren’t for her. I begged, she left, and I learned how to type code with one hand while holding a bottle in the other. We found a rhythm. I worked remote IT during naps and after bedtime, stretched paychecks, and leaned on my mom when I could. Then everything fell apart at once. Daycare shut down after a COVID exposure. My job “restructured” and cut my pay by twenty percent. Mom...
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