The Days When You Hate Being a Solo Mom

My baby is the best thing that ever happened to me...but I hate being a single mom. There's a spectre hanging over me of having to do twice the work of a coupled mom.

I have no sympathy for married moms. I know I will get a ton of shit for saying that but don't care. I hear all the time about the husband not doing his fair share for the house... intellectually I am sure that's true for many.... emotionally I really don't care. Nothing is more work than no partner.

I hate that society expects us to make it look easy. I hate that I am not supposed to be honest about how bitter I am that there's no loving partner helping me and raising my child.

I hate that simple outings are twice as complicated and that the big adventures like vacations seem like a distant fantasy.

I have a friend who is planning a 40th birthday girls getaway with her college friends. They are all leaving the kids with the husbands. I'm like blackout jealous from this. It's the ultimate luxury I don't have. Being able to check out for days trusting that someone who loves your child will take care of them.

Thank you for listening to this rant.

Edit-thank you to everyone who weighed in with support, encouragement, or shared their related experiences. To those who weighed in with judgement and criticism, well, you do you, as the kids say.