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There are other people out there that will make your dating time worth it.
Your date night shouldn’t center around your messy divorce and custody battle.
When he does, my world will open up to more potential partners—men who, admittedly, only want the woman and not her so-called baggage. Because as I see it, I have recently embarked on a grand adventure. A person can only spend so long applauding someone else’s success before becoming lost in it altogether. So, when a man doesn’t call me after he learns I am a single mom who has full physical custody of my children, or when a man tells me he doesn’t want to meet my children now or doesn’t think he should ever meet them, I take pause. Though I don’t specifically recall the conversation, during the throes of my divorce I apparently told her I a man. The correct word is “want.” I don’t need anything or anyone to make my life whole. But I find myself in a difficult position today, in limbo between my love and responsibility for my children and my desire to share my life with another adult.
But at 41, I don’t want to think of my prospects for finding a soul mate as all but impossible because of the full and busy household my ex decided to walk away from. I have to, at least for the time being, consider the possibility I may be single for the next nine or so years until my youngest child goes off to college. I am no longer trapped in an unhappy marriage with an unappreciative and inattentive husband, and no longer living in anyone else’s shadow. Or should I put my romantic life on hold altogether so I can focus on my children, because so far, no one right for them, let alone for me, has emerged? A close friend reminded me that in the not so distant past I complained to her about no longer having a man in my life.
It’s time you have to schedule in advance, and time you can’t get back.
Whether your last relationship was a marriage or a short-lived fling, there’s never a right or wrong time to start dating.
It’s a tough nut to crack and not a perfect picture for anyone, least of all me. And I was blessed to become one for the first time at 27 years old.
By no man, though, I don’t mean there aren’t any men. But it seems there are no men who want me, at the stage I’m in, with my three kids, a house, and a cat, and, most importantly, with no father for my children living nearby to share in the parenting responsibility (my ex-husband lives 8,000 miles away). Even as a little girl, I always dreamed of being a mother.
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