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I am a single mother to an 8 year old boy. It has not been easy. I have come to accept that I am "wired" the way I am, in need of long long periods of alone time - I am the love wolf. This is who I am, and finally at age 33 I am able to not feel guilty about it.
And this is who my son's mother is. She is me, and that is ok, and getting over that guilt is tough but necessary. I do not have many friends, some failed relationships that hurt and are working through my soul, but I love my son and I provide him for his needs and he knows and shows that I love him. And he loves me too. And that is as good as it gets.
Listen, I can't figure how you live on an unpublished novelist's salary - my own dreams were in sculpture, reduced to tangible escapes at the end of a workday now. . . but let me also tell you there is nothing better than having a life separate from your kid. There are good people out there who you pay, or trust, and then leave - and return after you've made money or love or whatever else fills your *you* time. It's ok. It's all good. I yam what I yam and that's all that I yam.
