I dumped another boy today. We'd been seeing each other for about a month. A month seems to be the cut-off point for me now.

The reasons are different every time but ultimately boils down to the same thing over and over again: I have a son. I have a son that demands much of my time; being a parent requires much responsibility, being a single parent requires even more. I have a son that I will love more than any boyfriend, ever, period.

I always lay this out, in different words/ways, right from the start. The men always seem to get it, but for some reason that inevitable "wow" moment always happens upon us. For Art (the latest dumpee), that day was today.

Things have been going great. We've been having tons of fun, no issues, no drama, just straight-up fun. Last night was no exception. We went out, we had a blast. We made plans to do something today, as we both had the day off.

It turned out to be a beautiful day. One of those first spring days where you can't not go outside. He called in the morning as planned and we decided to take a hike. I suggested he meet me at my house, and said that I'd drive (I have the car seat in my car).

That's when he started to freak out. He started stammering and actually said at one point, "Oh God." To which I replied, "What?" "Nothing," he said, and stammered some more. Clearly this was not nothing, and I wasn't about to let it go.

Finally, after much prying, he said, "Well, it feels a little too familial, maybe you should just enjoy your day with Adrian and we'll meet up later." Ummmm, okay. He caught me totally off guard. I honestly had no idea where this was coming from and I started to get pissed off. I told him fine, said, "I'll do that" and muttered something like, "I'll call you later."

Now I was pissed, but I wasn't about to let it ruin my day, so I hopped in the shower, packed up our stuff and just as I was heading out the door, the phone rang. It was Art; he had changed his mind. Told me he was on his way and bringing his dog.

I guess it was cool that I brought my kid if he could bring his dog. Whatever.

So we go, and it's all fine, but I just can't get this nagging feeling out of my mind. He's just a boy, Faith, I kept saying to myself. He's too immature, was all I could think of when I looked at him.

We got to the top of the top of the mountain; it was beautiful. Adrian, not really used to fresh air, fell fast asleep in his stroller.

I looked at Art and said, "So I guess we found out today that our lives are kind of like this," I stretched my arms out wide to indicate the vast difference between us, and putting my arms together said, "Maybe we shouldn't try to make them go like this." And we shouldn't.

He was sad, I was sad, and we went our separate ways.

Now I find myself thinking, am I ever going to have a boyfriend again? And then I find myself jealous of Levi again, living the life out in California, no responsibilities, dating whomever he wants. I'm kind of jealous.