DS is five and dad has him every other weekend and one week night so I could have it worse. I've always enjoyed my own company, I burn out quite quickly without time to decompress alone so I thought I'd be well suited to living alone (albeit with a small child). But, dear god, I am so lonely. I have hobbies, I have a membership to a local society, I have friends but by the time they fit in work, looking after small children and their families they don't have much free time left. My job is hybrid but I'm in an office alone more often than not when I do go in.
It's not really any lonelier than being in a dead relationship getting the silent treatment, so I guess that's a positive. It feels bloody relentless being lonely and responsible for the wellbeing of a little person though. I should probably just get a grip but it's too easy to feel sorry for myself alone on a Saturday night again!