Being a single parent.
Dealing with all the appointments, the weight of the cooking, cleaning, working to support a household, dealing with isolation, lonliness and people trying to take advantage because you are alone. Being the only person to sort out homework, health problems, social problems. Trying to fit work around all of the above.
Knowing if a man was there you would be treated with more respect, have a better social life, have someone to help and to share. Having an ex who might or might not cause more problems, or pick the kids up now and then is not enough.
Another emergency today. Yet another to add to the steady stream over the last few years. It was not my fault and it will be resolved and everything will be OK. However I am back on high alert, as I have been for so many years.
When does it fucking end?
I would just like someone else to deal with it all this time.