To all the wicked single mothers

Before a bunch of you gang up on me with the deadly power of the keyboard claiming that you run the world, I will reveal that I am indeed a woman. I have heard your stories of woe and probably comforted you in solidarity though deep inside me, I irked in disgust. We get it; you are a single parent, and your supposed boyfriend/husband ran away from his duties as a father.

We are supposed to feel bad for you because you are burdened by a load of responsibilities while he is out partying. You are the social pariah while he’s in his epitome of youth. We’ve heard it all. While some of the allegations are right, there are indeed dead beat dads out there; some are dead beats by virtue of association, associating with you.