About a year ago I left a very damaging relationship to become a single parent to my (then) 2.5 yo ds. I moved away with him to a new city and started working full time. So far, so foolhardy you might think! The thing that's made this all much more difficult is the lack of support I've had from friends & family during what has been a fairly horrendous time. Friends mostly came to visit me once and now seem to feel they'd done their duty and if I want to see them I've got to go to them. I spoke to one friend in particular last week who has a husband, a nanny and will have a maternity nurse as well for the birth of her 2nd child next month. Whilst telling me about the maternity nurse she comlained that she would have to cook her lunch, so "it's not all a bed of roses"! She didn't once ask me how I'm coping with bringing up my son alone with only a barely adequate nursery for aid. I don't begrudge her her good fortune but it really galls me when she claims she's hard done by, without acknowledging how lucky she is. But she's just the extreme of a common syndrome - even my brothers have barely been in touch since we moved. Oddly, it's the friends and family with kids of their own who are the worst.
I have one friend (single and childless) who has been unvaryingly loyal and a regular visitor. My parents have also gone to considerable trouble to do what they can, although they're in their late 70s and don't live nearby.
This probably sounds like self-pitying drivel, but are my expectations unrealistic? I've been been so lonely that I've been accepting friendship on any terms, but there comes a point when it becosme humiliating to always be the one who makes all the running.
Sorry this is all a abit of a jumble - any comments really gratefully received.