Being a single parent is lonely. It’s draining. It’s hard. It hurts daily. There’s no back up plan. There’s no cushion for fucking up or not knowing. Being a single parent doesn’t allow you time for tears or time to figure it out. No person in their right mind, would choose to walk this journey on their own. But I guess If you’re being optimistic, on one hand, you get double the love, double the kisses, double the reasons for them succeeding in life. On the other hand, there’s no one to tap in when you need a break, there’s no one to share the first memories with, and there’s no one to blame if your child turns out to be a damn ax murderer.
See, no one ever looks at the parent that isn’t there. Particularly, when it’s just a deadbeat dad. Society blames the mom for choosing him or continuing the pregnancy, but they don’t blame the male for his consensual participation that resulted in a life, that never asked to be created. It isn’t enough she has to do it alone, without complaining or she’s “bitter” but she also has to take on the judgement of the world for not being married and a mom, judgement for laying down with a loser, judgement for trying to raise this child as best she can, when she has no idea wtf she’s doing.
See it’s kind of a contradiction, because it’s the most rewarding job you could ever ask for. Creating life. But it’s also the job that comes with no recognition or thank you’s.