A tired woman in a boring kitchen who is being interviewed about her problematic teenagers. That's my picture of a single mother.
I never wanted to become a single mother in a boring kitchen. It wasn't my plan. But now I'm there. My face looks tired in the mirror. Any problem of my children is my fault. I am not kidding. If they do well they have good genes.
Everything I do is wrong. But I actually do remember what it was like to be a teenager. It was pretty awful. What can I do to help? Do I do the right things?
No, I don't. Because I'm living my own life, with my own issues.
Now I can replace the picture of the single mother in the boring kitchen with a picture of myself, a tired mother who has gotten used to take own decisions and to get all the blame.