Dating diaries of a single mum #1

Breaking up with the baby daddy and the aftermath

I once thought converting from mum to single mum would equal converting to a nun — celibacy until the day I die. I remember standing in my parents' bathroom after ending the relationship with my daughter's father, asking the group chat—consisting of my three unhinged besties—why on earth anyone would want to date a single mum. Selflessly, one of my friends offered to take care of my daughter if I ever felt like making out with a hot stranger. I didn’t understand where her optimism was coming from because I clearly didn’t see myself sleeping with another man until my daughter had at least turned 18. Why on earth would someone bother to date a single mum when they can also swipe right on a woman who isn’t sleep-deprived, constantly wiping someone’s ass, and covered in vomit?