When you stay with a man for his money, you work for every cent.  I hope you find the courage to set yourself free. Best of luck. 

If this lady had small breasts it  wouldn’t have even been mentioned. Speaking from a woman with large proportions, when I wear a V-neck it looks provocative compared to my small breasted friends.  Doesn’t stop me wearing what I like however. 

I’ve shared my sex toys with my good mate. We sterilise,  it’s all good. 

@Chelsea McLaughlin thank you so much! Easy to read now! 🙏

I’m enjoying the funny MAFS overviews but can the speech bubbles please have bigger text. I have glasses on but don’t feel I want to bring out my magnifying glass just yet. Anyway I probably wouldn’t be able to find my magnifying glass because……I have a CHILD! 😅

And yet my 13 year old son is allowed to verbally and physically abuse me with zero consequences because he’s a minor. How is this allowed? If I was 60 it would be elder abuse. I feel scared and alone. No laws for my protection. 

I don’t always enjoy being a mum. In fact I wish I hadn’t had kids some days. However I still do the best I can most of the time and my kids are loved and cared for even though I don’t always feel like it.  Your husband probably needs to fake it for a while. I’m sure a lot of us are doing just that if we are being honest. Babies are hard work and I can honestly say that I started to enjoy my kids better as they got older. Give it time.. the love can grow with the baby. Also perhaps some help around post natal depression (PND)would help. Men get PND too. 

In the past I have enjoyed Melbourne Cup day.  The fashion, the food and generally upbeat feeling to the day, despite not being a gambler.  However I think I can no longer stomach Melbourne Cup.  Whatever enjoyment I gleaned from the day feels completely ruined by the news of another horse needing to be put down.  I don't think it's worth it.  I'm not turning into a goody-two-shoes and I don't really mind how other people spend the day but for me 2020 was my last Melbourne Cup; just like it was for Anthony Van Dyck.

My son has ADHD/ODD/learning impairment. It’s a daily struggle. I am a widowed single mum. My biggest lesson is to not compare my son to other children.  Honestly I hate that he has these disabilities; and they are very much disabilities. Sometimes I don’t even like my son. But the love of a mum is always present even on dark days. Now I just forgive myself for any negative feelings and put my energy into enjoying the best parts of who my son is. 

All these women look beautiful as they are. But I have no clue who most of them are! 

I’m a single mum also with a 13 year old son. My goodness our feelings are completely opposite. I love when I get the couch and TV to myself! When my son is busy with his friends it means I get a breather! I enjoy his being independent from me. I can’t wait to have even more freedom as he gets older. No right or wrong here...just interesting to note how attitudes can vary so wildly. 

A great, honest article. Thank you. It’s not easy being a first time mum and the circumstances of today make it harder for so many. I desperately wanted my mother around when my son was born but she had passed many years earlier.  Just know that you are doing the best you can and your daughter will never have a better mother than you. Best of luck.

I have a 13 year old with special needs. Nothing is going fast. When you have a 13 year old who behaves as if he’s  a toddler I feel like shrieking out at the Maternity hospital to ‘put them back’. We all are having a very different experience. 

This is my life too. We are the forgotten victims.  There is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from my abusive son. I am wretched and heartbroken.

Trying to educate my disabled child is hellish. I told the school that I was making a conscientious objection to homeschooling and they were pretty good about it. The school said that if my child only got an hour of schoolwork done a day to consider it a win. I am worried about how behind he will be when he gets back to school though and in the meantime I am slowly tearing my hair out and drinking myself into oblivion. I am raising my son alone and it's very hard to try to balance everything. The only break I ever get are the hours when my son is at school so I can work from home. That's not happening now. Sad.