However I didn't know how to make the transition from being somewhat of a homebody wife and mother, to being a social black singleton..a mom.The Single Mom Dating Plan: With that in mind, I would recommend the following plan of action for any single mom making the initial transition back to dating: STEP 1: BE BRAVE!
Later, it would dawn on me that my daughter was in a way single too.
Despite my ex-husband not being her natural father signed divorce papers would symbolize not just one, but three broken, if not failed relationships. And I assumed complete responsibility, for possibly dismaying my daughter by not setting an example of a functional, successful relationship; one that I rarely witnessed as a child.
I possess the fuzziest memories of my parents "togetherness" and am sure this contributed towards my shortcomings as a partner, amongst other things.
I didn't lead by example, but used my instincts and sometimes survival tactics to guide my way through marriage...ineffectively.
In order to enjoy your dating life again, you must adjust your outlook. Don't turn down a man because of timing being "too soon".
Bask in the opportunity to change your social and romantic life. Yet, don't commit to a man because of a void or loneliness. Thirdly, I strongly suggest that you immerse yourself into socializing with groups of friends. Listen while in group settings; listen to your companion while on outings. It allows you to be in control; thus resulting in the confidence you will need, when delving back into uncertain waters such as this one.
It goes to show a woman can become a single mother through various journeys, such as adoption or death, separation or divorce.
However, my divorce was almost expected, as I was a product of it.
First, shelve your fears of failure, loneliness, sadness, and begrudging. You must decide whether you seek a future husband/father figure OR if want to date for fun OR both.
Embrace a break-up and/or divorce and tuck them all away. Keep all of your options open and enjoy the dating experience for what it is.
Most first dates didn’t make it to a second one, and the whole thing seemed like a waste of everyone’s time. It wasn’t far out of town, and only overnight, but I hadn’t had the means or energy to travel out of town in almost two years. Two days before we planned to leave, I looked over at my toddler eating lunch and saw the tell-tale signs of pink eye. Considering the friends with benefits option after the babysitter fiasco seems like I’m setting myself up for failure. I can say “I don’t want a relationship” with more truth to back it up.