It only took a few brief seconds of stopping to consider whether I too should feel ashamed of being a single mum - I mean, I suppose I am a failure in comparison to all of the other mums I know who’ve managed to keep their families together - before I thought… Fuck. That.

The future you're blissfully piecing together with my son’s father isn’t too dissimilar to the one I had in my head once upon a time too. That’s why, occasionally, it’ll be hard to see you stand in the place I once stood.

What kind of mother in their right mind would admit they didn’t want to go home to their son? Well, me. It’s not an easy confession to make. And certainly not one I make lightly.

But, whether we like to admit it or not, we all have moments when we wish we could take our mum hat off and bury our face in a pillow for an unspecified period of time.