Two thoughts enter my head every time I see my ex which, unfortunately, because we are in a ‘co-parenting relationship’ is at least twice a week.  These are: Thank God I am not married to this man.  In 6 years that we were together, yes, you read that correctly, we were together for 6 years, how on earth did I not see what an a******e he really is?  Now that I am back on the dating scene again I am…

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One of the few advantages of co-parenting, and trust me when I tell you that there are not many, is that two nights a week when Cygnet stays with his Dad I can go out without having to fork out for a babysitter. In reality, I work late on one of those nights and by the time I finish work I am too tired to do anything other than sit on the sofa and drink wine.  On the other night,…

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I have learned quite a lot about the relationship between a mother and her son.  I have also learned quite a lot about the impact the relationship between a mother and her son has on the son’s relationship with his partner.  It is for this reason that I think you should marry a man who loves his mother. It is often said that how a man treats his mother is an indicator of how he will treat his wife.  …

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Something happened to my son last weekend when he was with his dad.  I don’t know exactly what happened, but I do know that my son has been more reserved, hesitant, nervous and clingy ever since. My son is just over two and hasn’t got the language to tell me.  My ex hasn’t got the courage to tell me.  I could tell straight away that something had happened.  My ex delivered my son home as usual.  I gave my son…

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Those of you who have been reading this blog for a while will know that I am a net-curtain twitcher, a spying spinster extraordinaire.  The Tate Modern saga and net-curtain-gate therefore piqued my interest immediately and I had to see the performance drama for myself. Although I am not at home much during the day, from my balcony window I can see the comings and goings of all my neighbours in my block of flats.  I know, for example, that…

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I have a love / hate relationship with dating apps.  In fact I have a love / hate relationship with dating.  I love the idea of dating: the anticipation; the optimism I feel that I might actually meet someone interesting; the potential for a couple of months of excitement and butterflies that you get in the early stages of a relationship.     I hate the fact that dating is so often disappointing.  I hate the moment when you see…

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I have been a single mum for about eighteen months now.  It has been an adventure.  There are some great things about being a single mum, things that make me really proud to be part of the single parent community. There are also some things about being a single mum that are really tough.  The toughest thing about being a single mum is facing the single mum myths that are out there. Let’s explore a few of these single mum myths:…

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“ Surely you want to grow old with someone ” he said. “I do” I replied, “but I have a whole lifetime ahead of me to grow old.” I had another disastrous date the other night.  Well perhaps it wasn’t disastrous and perhaps it wasn’t even a date. I met a guy for a drink.  We met at 10:30pm at Waterloo.  We walked along London’s Southbank.  We stopped at a bar.  He had a diet coke.  I had a glass…

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By the time my son was a year old breastfeeding was my dirty secret. I fought incredibly hard to breastfeed my son, Cygnet.  I breastfed a bit in the hospital after birth. Or at least I thought I did.  I was never actually sure whether Cygnet got any milk or whether he was just there latched on for comfort. The midwives insisted on giving him formula in the hospital.  They were really busy. They were lovely but they didn’t have…

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I heard a lot of Leonard Cohen’s music as I was growing up.  He was one of my mother’s favourites: my father always said Leonard Cohen’s music was music to slit your wrists to, but my mother listened nonetheless. Some of his music and lyrics are morose.  Some his music is hauntingly beautiful and will bring a tear to your eye.  Earlier this month I read the heartbreaking note that Leonard Cohen, who is now eighty years old, wrote to…

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