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Hooray for the Weekend?

A while back, I was talking to a friend whose wife had recently died. He said he didn’t like to walk into town on his own, because he felt that everyone was staring at him.
I told him that was silly, that nobody bats an eyelid at a single man walking through town alone.
And then I stopped and thought…
I have two days off in the week, and until I returned to work I was free every day. On week days I will happily bundle S into the buggy and wander off. We’ll go to the park, go to town, do some shopping, maybe go to another park, for a walk… whatever takes our fancy.
On the weekends though, I’m convinced the fact I’m a single mother sticks out a mile, and that everyone is looking at me, alone with my child, and silently judging me. I know this is ridiculous; I know nobody really notices one way or the other. But it still bothers me.
Single Mother Ahoy walking in park
This is what our weekends usually look like.

I dislike weekends, because those are the days when the dads are home from work, and people do things as a family. The parks are filled with dads pushing their kids on the swings, watching them go down the slides, or pushing them in pushchairs. Town is filled with families walking round the shops. Families in restaurants, families on buses, families in cars at traffic lights. 
To me, it notices that I am still on my own on the weekends. Nobody comes home to spend the weekend with us.
On weekends, the loneliness notices more. People go out on a Friday or Saturday night; I have nobody to take me out, no reason to get a babysitter. 
The friends I would normally visit or go to the park with are busy with their husbands or boyfriends, doing family things on the weekends. I don’t want to bother them by asking if they want to do something with us, and make them feel guilty for saying no. Or worse, make them feel so guilty they say yes.
In the week, I’m too busy clearing up after yesterday and preparing for tomorrow to notice that I have a 4pm curfew which is rarely broken. On the weekends though, it notices. And it’s depressing.
On a Friday evening, the weekend stretches ahead of me as two days where it’s entirely likely the only other adults I will speak to will be shop assistants.

Vicky is a mother, a blogger, a podcaster and a social media trainer. She writes about life as a single mother, parenting and lifestyle type things.

3 Comments
  • Kerrie McGiveron

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    I don't really know what to say to this post, it actually made my eyes fill. I was in the exact same position a few years ago, so I know exactly how you feel. I have always said that there is nobody more lonely than a single parent - you can't just get up and go out on the town, and there's nobody to sit in with. I remember sitting in on my own, watching MTV just wondering when '

  • Anonymous

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    I wouldnt worry most other people are so wrapped up in doing what they've got to do they dont notice anything around them. Anyway most places including shops are loads nicer in the week when you havent got bored dads and kids getting in the way! Most of them will have had a massive row before they get home too. I did day trips, holidays and shopping on my own despite being married. He openly

  • paulareednancarrow.com

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    My kids are grown now, and being single on the weekend is a different experience for me. But I feel for you. I hope that it helps to blog about it, and that you at least can connect with others who have similar experiences and can make you feel less alone in them. <br /><br />I see dads out alone on the weekends with kids a lot. Your mind sortof leaps to assumptions, but with a man there&#39;s no

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