This is a bit overdue, but 2020 has been a bit extra, hasn’t it? I survived though; it would seem that facing possible cancer and definite surgery as a single mum isn’t an unbearable weight after all, but just one that is hard to bear. And the people who love you and care for you […]Read More The unbearable weight: part 2. I am not a Tuesday Girl.
Now here is one you have never heard before: being a single parent is hard. You have to be very strong, like all of the time. You grow the thickest skin ever. Some may even say you develop the ability to be unshakable and unstoppable. You may seem like nothing ever throws you. Your children […]Read More The unbearable weight of being alone and infallible (part 1)
I have a confession. I hate Christmas so much this year that I involuntarily flipped the birdy and muttered “fuck you” at the fairy lights after I hung them up in the porch last night. Thank god the kids were in the living room watching Youtube. To be honest I could never have won the […]Read More What happens when you are a single parent and you aren’t feeling Christmas? (Asking for a friend)
This, my friends, is a photo of five double portions of bolognese sauce ready to go in the freezer: it is REALLY fucking boring, isn’t it? Yes, yes it is. Now, imagine that your child will eat only spaghetti bolognese four or five days of the week, and the other days he eats meatballs or […]Read More The bearable weight