As a single mother, it’s been three years since I’ve engaged in any sexual activity. The last time was on my son’s first birthday, and now he’s just turned four. While he happily blew out the candles on his cake, I quietly celebrated my own milestone: three years without sex.
At that time, I was still in a relationship with my son’s father. However, as our connection deteriorated, friends often urged me to “get back out there” — as if a casual fling would magically resolve my feelings of loneliness and heartache. Deep down, I knew that physical intimacy was not the answer to my deeper struggles.
As I approach my thirties, the thought of seeking out sexual encounters feels daunting. My mind has been occupied with parenting responsibilities and the daily hustle of life. For the first couple of years, abstaining from sex was easy; I was too exhausted to even consider it. My son was attached to me like a shadow, and leaving him for a date was simply out of the question.
Living with my parents added another layer of complexity. In my twenties, it was already a challenge; now, as a thirty-something with a toddler, I dreaded the inevitable questions about my personal life. Plus, let’s be honest: many men my age are hesitant to date single mothers, especially those living at home, even for something as casual as a hookup.
After my breakup, I was in a tough place mentally. I channeled my energy into work, often pulling long hours that left me too drained to socialize or date. But as my writing career started to blossom, I found a renewed sense of self-worth. I made some effort to improve my appearance and ventured out with friends occasionally. However, one night at a bar when a charming guy showed interest, all I felt was nausea. I realized I wasn’t ready for a physical relationship, and I told my friends to back off with their well-meaning nudges.
Many people find it hard to understand how I managed to turn off my sexual desire. But for me, it wasn’t that difficult. Sex has never been my priority; I’ve always valued companionship more, and casual encounters simply don’t appeal to me. Right now, I’m not looking for anyone to connect with intimately.
In truth, I’ve come to appreciate the life I’m building for myself. I’m content with my work, my friendships, and my time with my son. The idea of dressing up to attract someone feels unnecessary. I love not having to worry about makeup or fashion, and after a long day, I’m usually ready for bed by 10 PM, not out looking for a fling.
The prospect of dating again is intimidating. I’m in my early thirties, far from where I imagined I’d be at this stage in my life. The thought of being intimate with someone new is daunting. After spending years with one partner, my body has changed significantly — I’ve got stretch marks, and let’s just say my figure isn’t what it used to be. Plus, balancing parenting and work leaves little room for romantic endeavors, let alone the logistics of arranging childcare for a night out.
The idea of flirting with attractive men sounds fun — but only if it means returning home to binge-watch my favorite shows and enjoy ice cream straight from the carton. A kiss might be nice, but sex? That’s a whole different ball game. Clearly, I’m not ready for that.
And you know what? That’s completely fine.
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In summary, being a single mom has led me to prioritize my own well-being and my child’s happiness over romantic pursuits. While I’m not actively seeking intimacy, I’m learning to embrace this phase of my life, and that’s perfectly okay.
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