I see it as I get to give my ds double the love, double the attention, double the fun and I get double the hugs and kisses. sorry, but that statement is vomit-worthy AF, and it’s very obvious without even reading the thread that the child in question is probably only a toddler at best.
FWIW I think there needs to be middle ground. I think that plenty of single parents manage perfectly well and do in fact, with the right level of support. But I also think that when posters are merrily telling an OP to “LTB, being a single parent will be preferable to this,” when the husband is refusing to take out the bins or not cooking the dinner, there is an unrealistic view of how wonderful being a single parent can be.
Being a single parent can be bloody hard sometimes. When the kids are ill and you’re the only one who can stay home with them. When you can’t have a social life because you don’t have any support or a babysitter nearby, when you yourself are ill but the kids still need to be looked after and you have no support. The list goes on, and just because some people find it preferable doesn’t mean that it should be upheld as some kind of wonderful way to live, because for the majority, it isn’t.
I am a single parent to a seventeen year old. I wouldn’t choose not to be. I find the time when we spend together having now more grown-up conversations fantastic and wouldn’t trade them for the world. I love when he calls me to chat on his way home, and when we talk about shared passions.
But equally when he’s making financial demands on me because he wants something and wants it now and doesn’t seem to grasp the concept of the value of money despite me having gone over and over it with him and to some extent feeling guilty because he has practically 0 relationship with his father. Wanting to go out late at night and expecting me to wait up even though I have a life-limiting illness and tiredness is difficult for me.
And most recently I have been offered a job back in my home town after being out of work for several years and actually thinking I would never go back due to serious illness, and having to turn it down because he’s just started 6th form, that’s when I would quite happily scream about it.
Being a single parent to a baby/toddler is not comparable to spending that child’s entire childhood as a single parent with no support. Truth is here that you have no idea what it can really be like because you live in a bubble.