I'm being a hyperbolic here, to a point - obviously I don't have the crushing pressure that real lone parents have. My mother raised me on her own, so I have some idea of what it's really like.
However, DH recently changed jobs and is working much longer hours than before. We escaped to the North to be rid of London working hours, and it's just the same, only without our friends and comfortable surroundings.
He leaves for work about 7.30am, and here it is.. over 12 hours later, and he's not home. I'm getting fed up.
AIBU?