Little man is 2. And there is a lock on my bedroom door so no one can walk in. Little man has been used to seeing me cuddled up on the sofa (usually in tears) with my female best friend since he was ten months old. But you guys are right I should slow it down. I couldn't manage another abusive relationship, and I haven't said anything about my ex just we don't talk. Nothing more, which is ok I think.
I don't want little man growing up without a dad. Little man never met just friends. (He always came over after little man was in bed)
And I only get child free time if a friend can take him (rare) or I can afford a baby sitter (rarer still)
Part of me would love a daughter but the other VERY VERY BIG part of me reminds me how ill I was after I had little man, how lucky I was to get pregnant with little man, so no idea if I could have another (issues with my ovaries) and then there is this big question of could I cope with another missed miscarriage as I had 2 before little man. So fear I suppose prevents me from thinking about it, though I cried a few days ago seeing a mum, dad, toddler and newborn on the bus, cos I knew that would never be me and it reminded me that this time 6 years ago I was pregnant, but little did I realise that my baby's heart would stop between 8and 9 weekday pregnant.
I grew up with no father figure as my mum never resettled with anyone and still hasn't, not sure she will now. Which makes me a little sad tbh.