Marriage

The Night I Cheated

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The Night I Cheated

The night I cheated on my husband began like any other, but it ended with a series of events that would shatter my world forever.  I can still remember the last day I saw Richard before that fateful night; it was that day in court when he was found guilty of stealing a large sum of money from my father. He was sentenced to 7 years imprisonment, although he pleaded not guilty to the offence. But I saw the checks and signatures, I saw the transfer messages and dates; the evidence was clear, but he still insisted that he didn’t steal anything, not even a dime while working for my dad. Somehow, deep down, I knew he was telling the truth, but I was scared and torn between loyalty to my father and love for him. When it was my turn to testify, I gave a false testimony. My mother had urged me to tell the version of the story they had concocted, and I couldn’t say no. I saw him cry as he was led out of the courtroom. My heart ached for doing that to the man I loved. We had shared many sweet memories, but they didn’t matter at that moment. They didn’t matter the next week when I walked down the aisle with another man my parents had forced on me. They didn’t matter when I took my vows and signed my marriage register, nor when I kissed my wedded husband with the same lips that had once kissed Richard. Eric was a good man; he truly loved me and showered me with care and kindness. In time, I learned to love him, and I fell madly in love. When we had our first child, Corinne, 10 months later, it added to his sweetness. Eric was overjoyed; I’d never seen him so happy, and right there at the hospital, I vowed to keep and protect my marriage. But did I? I started failing the day I saw Richard again. He resurfaced after 4 years and came after me. How he became free, I didn’t know, and how he even found me was also a mystery. He had changed drastically; the beard that adorned his chin gave him a handsome look, and his well-formed muscles made him more attractive. He actually didn’t come for me as I thought; he came for his child. Now, Richard left me with the enormous task of telling my husband the truth so that he could take his daughter and leave. No one knew that Eric was not Corinne’s real father, not even my parents, not even Eric himself. I was one month pregnant before I got married, and Corinne arrived way past months, making it look like Eric was the father. The news would hurt Eric, and that was exactly the last thing I wanted but Richard would tell him if I didn’t, and that would make matters worse. Each time I made up my mind to tell Eric, he would do something so amazing that I’d lose heart, for I couldn’t hurt him. He wouldn’t be able to bear the pain; his blood pressure would fail him, and I feared greatly for my marriage. I would do anything else Richard asked, but this. I would give money, property, lands, just anything so I could keep Corinne and my wonderful husband. So that was it. Richard asked for another chance. He wanted me one more time, just for a whole night. To recover all that he had lost for the past 4 years and finally say goodbye to me and his child. I couldn’t cheat on my husband; it was one sin I would never commit, but it sounded fair enough. A night for my lifetime, a night for our daughter, a night to save my marriage. I agreed. He smiled as he opened the door of the hotel room; my heart skipped a beat as I saw the perfectly made bed. I had never shared a bed with another man after my wedding, and I kept hearing that small voice at the back of my head telling me to leave immediately. I wanted to, but it was at that moment that Richard took off his shirt and came closer to hold me. At that moment, I knew I had missed him and all we had shared together. If only he hadn’t gone to prison; if only we had gotten married, but we didn’t. As he touched me, I knew I had missed that too, and I allowed him to carry me to the bed. Our lips merged with a new urgency, and he took off my clothes as quickly as he did his own. Underneath him, I counted the minutes. Soon it would be over, soon I’d be back home with my family, and everything would be fine; no one would ever know, as usual. “Say you love me,” he demanded. It took me time to decode what he meant. This isn’t a reunion, I thought; this isn’t lovemaking either; this is adultery, and he shouldn’t make it look like it’s not. I knew I still had to obey every part of this contract. “I love…” It hung in my mouth as my husband barged in and stood in shock at the doorway. Richard jerked off my body immediately, and I tried to cover my nakedness, but Eric had seen it all. He didn’t move; he just watched me with tears in his eyes. “How could you?” he said in almost a whisper and wiped his tears in one swipe. “I can explain, Eric,” I started saying, even though my heart was failing me at that moment. Fear and guilt were almost tearing me apart as I searched for my clothes that Richard had discarded in a hurry. How did he find out? Eric wasn’t listening to me; he fell to the ground with a heavy thud. I couldn’t believe my luck; what I was trying to protect crashed … Read more

The Night I Cheated

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The Night I Cheated

The night I cheated on my husband began like any other, but it ended with a series of events that would shatter my world forever.  I can still remember the last day I saw Richard before that fateful night; it was that day in court when he was found guilty of stealing a large sum of money from my father. He was sentenced to 7 years imprisonment, although he pleaded not guilty to the offence. But I saw the checks and signatures, I saw the transfer messages and dates; the evidence was clear, but he still insisted that he didn’t steal anything, not even a dime while working for my dad. Somehow, deep down, I knew he was telling the truth, but I was scared and torn between loyalty to my father and love for him. When it was my turn to testify, I gave a false testimony. My mother had urged me to tell the version of the story they had concocted, and I couldn’t say no. I saw him cry as he was led out of the courtroom. My heart ached for doing that to the man I loved. We had shared many sweet memories, but they didn’t matter at that moment. They didn’t matter the next week when I walked down the aisle with another man my parents had forced on me. They didn’t matter when I took my vows and signed my marriage register, nor when I kissed my wedded husband with the same lips that had once kissed Richard. Eric was a good man; he truly loved me and showered me with care and kindness. In time, I learned to love him, and I fell madly in love. When we had our first child, Corinne, 10 months later, it added to his sweetness. Eric was overjoyed; I’d never seen him so happy, and right there at the hospital, I vowed to keep and protect my marriage. But did I? I started failing the day I saw Richard again. He resurfaced after 4 years and came after me. How he became free, I didn’t know, and how he even found me was also a mystery. He had changed drastically; the beard that adorned his chin gave him a handsome look, and his well-formed muscles made him more attractive. He actually didn’t come for me as I thought; he came for his child. Now, Richard left me with the enormous task of telling my husband the truth so that he could take his daughter and leave. No one knew that Eric was not Corinne’s real father, not even my parents, not even Eric himself. I was one month pregnant before I got married, and Corinne arrived way past months, making it look like Eric was the father. The news would hurt Eric, and that was exactly the last thing I wanted but Richard would tell him if I didn’t, and that would make matters worse. Each time I made up my mind to tell Eric, he would do something so amazing that I’d lose heart, for I couldn’t hurt him. He wouldn’t be able to bear the pain; his blood pressure would fail him, and I feared greatly for my marriage. I would do anything else Richard asked, but this. I would give money, property, lands, just anything so I could keep Corinne and my wonderful husband. So that was it. Richard asked for another chance. He wanted me one more time, just for a whole night. To recover all that he had lost for the past 4 years and finally say goodbye to me and his child. I couldn’t cheat on my husband; it was one sin I would never commit, but it sounded fair enough. A night for my lifetime, a night for our daughter, a night to save my marriage. I agreed. He smiled as he opened the door of the hotel room; my heart skipped a beat as I saw the perfectly made bed. I had never shared a bed with another man after my wedding, and I kept hearing that small voice at the back of my head telling me to leave immediately. I wanted to, but it was at that moment that Richard took off his shirt and came closer to hold me. At that moment, I knew I had missed him and all we had shared together. If only he hadn’t gone to prison; if only we had gotten married, but we didn’t. As he touched me, I knew I had missed that too, and I allowed him to carry me to the bed. Our lips merged with a new urgency, and he took off my clothes as quickly as he did his own. Underneath him, I counted the minutes. Soon it would be over, soon I’d be back home with my family, and everything would be fine; no one would ever know, as usual. “Say you love me,” he demanded. It took me time to decode what he meant. This isn’t a reunion, I thought; this isn’t lovemaking either; this is adultery, and he shouldn’t make it look like it’s not. I knew I still had to obey every part of this contract. “I love…” It hung in my mouth as my husband barged in and stood in shock at the doorway. Richard jerked off my body immediately, and I tried to cover my nakedness, but Eric had seen it all. He didn’t move; he just watched me with tears in his eyes. “How could you?” he said in almost a whisper and wiped his tears in one swipe. “I can explain, Eric,” I started saying, even though my heart was failing me at that moment. Fear and guilt were almost tearing me apart as I searched for my clothes that Richard had discarded in a hurry. How did he find out? Eric wasn’t listening to me; he fell to the ground with a heavy thud. I couldn’t believe my luck; what I was trying to protect crashed … Read more

My Life Ended on a Wednesday

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My Life Ended on a Wednesday

My life  came crashing down in minutes when my husband confessed he cheated on me with a former secondary school classmate. As he spoke, I felt a sharp pain slice through my heart, through every fibre of my being, and totally knocked me out. I know I was still sitting on the only chair in our bedroom and holding the phone to my ears, I was still still alive but my thoughts were racing at the speed of light leaving me breathless and gasping for air. He couldn’t face me. He had to tell me over the phone to evaluate the tone of my voice and my reaction and then calculate his chances of coming home afterwards. He ended the call with the usual cliche, “I’m sorry, babe. I’m so sorry for doing this to you, I promise it will never happen again. Please forgive me.” I didn’t yell. I didn’t ask any questions. I was as calm as I could be when I asked if he could end the call. It surprised me: my quietness. It was not something that most women who find themselves in such a situation would do. They get angry, break something, destroy their husband’s property, burn his credentials and business documents or even break his car’s windscreen. I did nothing of such. I was still, managing the ravaging thoughts of my husband with another woman in my head. How did they do it? Where did they do it and how many times? When did they start? It then occurred to me that I had been with him during his escapades with his classmate. I have been sharing his body with a stranger! I wondered how he managed us both, how he coped with sleeping with his wife and a mistress, most times in a single day. I felt smeared with the filth of adultery. I felt disgusted with my own body and I ran to the bathroom, took off my clothes quickly, and turned on the shower. I scrubbed and scrubbed my skin in an attempt to wash away my husband’s filth. My thoughts ran wild at the moment. What if his classmate has HIV or any STDs? Were they careful enough to use protection? What if he has been infected? What if I have been infected as well? It was crazy. I ran out of the bathroom breathing laboriously. I needed to go to the hospital and get myself tested. I wasn’t thinking. My dresser was in shambles in seconds as I couldn’t get the perfect dress to wear. That was when I started crying. The hurt of what my husband did hit me raw, snuffing life out of me and leaving that miserable feeling in the pit of my stomach. I sat down on the floor, pulled my knees up and hugged them. Where did I go wrong in my marriage? What did I do wrong? His confession came back to me again, and I felt so inadequate that my husband could go out to meet someone else when he had me. I felt so small and insignificant. My words came out in a gargle, cracked by tears and catarrh, “Jesus, what did I do wrong? Please help me. Help my heart.” I couldn’t hear God. Maybe I was deafened by my hurt that I couldn’t hear Him saying, “Daughter, I am here. Cast your hurts and cares on me, I’ll bear them.” God was trying to talk to me, to comfort me and pull me out of my misery but I was busy hatching a perfect revenge plan on the man I married. READ ALSO: Marrying Wrong and the Truth It Reveals

When Family Becomes the Most Important Destination

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Dertha started saying Mama often. She would point at Chinaza’s picture on the wall, beside the big family portrait and say, “Mama! See Mama!”At first, Nonso would smile and nod agreeably with her, “Yes, it is Mama.”  He would then swing her into a hug and they would scan Chinaza’s framed photo, the only one in the living room. At night, Dertha would clap and squeal when Chinaza’s face appeared in the video call. It was their magical moment, a sacred tradition that they had kept every night for the past two months since Chinaza left for her program in Belfast. Nonso would allow the children to gush over her first before he would ask, “Kedu, how are you coping over there?” Her countenance fell each time and then brightened up almost immediately remembering their children were still on the call. “I’m fine,” She would respond and then her voice would trail off recounting how her day went and what she did differently in class, how she helped the old woman at Target; how she skipped going to the gym and would not renew her subscription just to save cost. How she ate only boiled eggs for breakfast and Oats for dinner. How the new job as an assistant at the elderly home was treating her. “I can’t wait for you all to come over,” she would say finally. “Soon, we will be with you again.”  Those became their parting words each night, it gave them hope that they would be a complete family again. But that hope began to give in to despair and finally to frustration. The UK Embassy kept denying Nonso’s Visa. He had declared everything he had, why he was travelling and what he was going to do there but they kept rejecting his application each time.  Then Chinaza’s crying spells began, she would have tears in her eyes as she spoke to the kids and watched them do their homework and when she was alone with Nonso, she would let the tears out, sobbing hysterically. She had wanted to leave Nigeria by all means and even though she already had a master’s degree, opted to apply for another just to facilitate leaving. Nonso was not as eager as she was but with each family that left the country, each Facebook post that showed people abroad and each discomfort from government policies which were making lives difficult in Nigeria, Chinaza would complain and talk about how life would be easier if they just relocated. Her application got approved and she was elated to leave first and then bring Nonso and the kids over as her dependants. It felt easy as they said it, as they planned for her relocation and as they said their goodbyes. Now, those cherished moments of togetherness were all they had. Chinaza cried as she remembered how Nonso wanted them to save up more and take things easy and how she had been the one on his neck.  Why wouldn’t they let her family come over to the United Kingdom to be with her? She looked at his weak eyes and said nothing further till they ended the call Nonso watched Dertha’s enthusiasm begin to wane as she pointed at Chinaza’s picture, her “see Mama!” words lacked the lustre they once had and he no longer nodded or agreed with her. Her Mama was gone for a year now and all plans to be together had proven abortive. Mama was not there to see Dertha graduate from pre-school, she wasn’t there to see Caleb collect the overall best students award for the second time; to see him move to third grade where they hoped he would clinch the award again for the third time in a row. Mama wasn’t there to try Nonso’s many recipes, he had grown to become a renowned chef at home since her departure. He had learnt to cook and try things out to ensure the kids fed well. Mama wasn’t there to attend his company’s anniversary dinner with him and he had sat alone with friends who came with their spouses. That night he had returned home and called Chinaza immediately but when she didn’t pick up after the third ring, he flung his phone across the room and removed the necktie he had on angrily. They had agreed to talk by 8:00 pm every day which was 7:00 pm over there. Why was she not there? He angrily sent a text and asked what she was doing behind his back. His frustration only calmed down when he took a cold shower and checked on the children with his Mother to be sure they were fine. He slept off in the living room. He woke up to Chinaza’s text asking what was happening with him and why he sent such an accusing message to her. He wanted to apologize when he got a call from his mum to come over quickly. Dertha was running a temperature and had been throwing up. He spent the entire day at the children’s clinic and for one, he was grateful for his company’s HMO. Caleb opted to stay with his dad and sister so he and Nonso sat at the children’s playing ground, had lunch at the cafeteria and played Whot cards in Dertha’s ward. They waited till Dertha was certified okay and free to go. Nonso heaved a sigh of relief as they got home. He was getting good at this “daddy” thing, he just pulled through a sick bout and did not lose his mind to worry. Dertha was fine. He cooked their meals and waited patiently for 8:00 pm again so they could talk to Chinaza. Caleb fell ill the next day. Whatever Dertha had must have been transferred to him. Nonso was lost again as he took the trip back to the children’s hospital and had to miss church service. That night, he broke down as he talked to Chinaza. “I don’t know what is happening, … Read more

Help! I Need to Declutter My Mind – 15 Steps to Declutter Mind

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Help! I Need to Declutter My Mind

Help! I need to declutter my mind

Where the mind goes…the man follows – Joyce Meyer

Take care of your mind so it can tread the right path and remain.

Hear what Nancy said, ‘I’m finding it difficult to connect to my mind. Most times it seems stuff get mixed up in my mind and getting it out gives me a lot of mental stress.’

‘For me, I encountered great difficulty because of tangled thoughts. Being productive with my mind is such a hard task,’ chipped in Richard

‘Finishing tasks is my struggle, lots of non-essentials get in the way and hinder good outcomes, added Sandra.

Professor Don looked at his students and tried to put their complaints together. ‘What you need is a mind declutter and then you’re good.’

‘Prof, my challenge is information overload. I bite more than I can chew and I get stuck.’ Gina said with a raised eyebrow and lifted her shoulder with outstretched arms.

‘ I want you all to listen to the following Tell-tale signs. A cluttered mind can manifest itself in various ways, which can affect your mental well-being and overall cognitive function.

Causes of Declutter Mind

  1. Difficulty Concentrating: A common sign of mind or mental clutter is when you struggle to focus on tasks and easily get distracted.
  2. Forgetfulness: Forgetting important details, appointments, or tasks may indicate that your mind is overwhelmed with information and you need fresh space or declutter.
  3. Feeling Overwhelmed: Constantly feeling overwhelmed or anxious, even in seemingly simple situations, suggests that your mind may be cluttered with stressors.
  4. Procrastination: Delaying tasks or avoiding responsibilities can be a sign that your mind is cluttered with conflicting thoughts and priorities.
  5. Mind Racing: Experiencing a racing mind with a constant stream of thoughts, ideas, and worries can be a clear indication of mental clutter.
  6. Lack of Clarity: Feeling confused or uncertain about your goals, priorities, or decision-making may suggest mental clutter.
  7. Physical Tension: Physical symptoms like tension headaches, muscle tightness, or other stress-related issues can be linked to mental clutter.
  8. Difficulty Sleeping: Insomnia or disrupted sleep patterns may be a sign that your mind is not able to relax and unwind.
  9. Increased Irritability: If you find yourself becoming more irritable, frustrated, or easily agitated, it could be a result of mental clutter.
  10. Decreased Creativity: A cluttered mind may hinder your ability to think creatively or come up with innovative solutions.
  11. Inability to Make Decisions: Difficulty making decisions, even simple ones, may suggest an overload of choices or conflicting thoughts in your mind.
  12. Constant Worrying: Excessive worrying about the future or things beyond your control can contribute to mental clutter.
  13. Lack of Motivation: A cluttered mind may lead to a lack of motivation and enthusiasm for activities you once enjoyed.
  14. Feeling Disconnected: Feeling disconnected from yourself or others may indicate that your mind is preoccupied with too many thoughts or concerns.

Steps to Declutter Your Mind

If you recognize these signs in yourself, follow these proactive steps to declutter your mind. Creating a mental space that is clear and focused can contribute to improved well-being and a greater sense of control over your life and create a more focused and peaceful mindset:

  1. Prioritize and Set Goals: Identify your priorities and set clear goals. This helps you direct your mental energy toward what truly matters and reduces the mental noise from conflicting tasks.
  2. To-Do Lists: Create daily or weekly to-do lists to organize your tasks. Break down larger tasks into smaller, manageable steps to make them less overwhelming.
  3. Mind Dump: Take a few minutes to write down all the thoughts, tasks, and ideas swirling in your mind. This “mind dump” helps externalize your thoughts and makes them easier to manage.
  4. Organize Information: Use tools like notebooks, digital apps, or calendars to organize information and deadlines. Having a systematic approach to information management can reduce mental clutter.
  5. Time Blocking: Allocate specific blocks of time to different tasks or activities. This helps you focus on one thing at a time and reduces mental multitasking.
  6. Learn to Say No: It’s essential to set boundaries and learn to say no when necessary. Overcommitting can lead to mental overwhelm.
  7. Practice Mindfulness: Engage in mindfulness or meditation practices to bring your attention to the present moment. This can help calm your mind and reduce unnecessary thoughts.
  8. Limit Information Intake: Reduce the amount of information overload by being selective about the media you consume. Limit your exposure to negative news and social media if it contributes to mental clutter.
  9. Establish Routines: Develop daily routines that provide structure and predictability. Routines can help automate certain aspects of your day, freeing up mental space for more important decisions.
  10. Delegate Tasks: If possible, delegate tasks that others can handle. You don’t have to do everything yourself, and sharing responsibilities can lighten your mental load.
  11. Take Breaks: Schedule breaks throughout your day to rest and recharge. Stepping away from work or stressful situations can help clear your mind and improve focus when you return.
  12. Reflect and Evaluate: Regularly reflect on your goals, values, and priorities. Evaluate whether your current commitments align with these and make adjustments as needed.
  13. Practice Gratitude: Cultivate a positive mindset by practicing gratitude. Focus on the things you are thankful for, which can shift your perspective and reduce mental clutter.
  14. Seek Support: Share your thoughts and concerns with a trusted friend, family member, or therapist. Talking about your feelings can be therapeutic and provide a fresh perspective.
  15. Limit Multitasking: Multitasking can lead to mental fatigue and decreased efficiency. Focus on one task at a time to improve concentration and reduce mental clutter.

Remember that decluttering your mind is an ongoing process, and finding what works best for you may require some experimentation. By incorporating these strategies into your routine, you can create a more organized and focused mental space.

Do yourself this big favour as we surf into the new year so you can increase your output and productivity.

 

5 Qualities Women Love about Men

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I’m sure you would love to know the qualities women love about men, the qualities that spice up relationships. Are you planning to start a relationship or are you on the verge of marrying your heartthrob? Then, as you advance in your prospect, you need to read this. Without a doubt, women generally love men who treat them with dignity and respect. There are non-negotiable qualities women love that men must possess. Aside from a man’s physical appearance, which is a plus, one of the most essential features a lady notices about a man is his character. Here are five qualities that women admire in men. 1. Funny and Intelligent Women are typically more drawn to men who can make them laugh. Men who have a good sense of humour are more attractive than men who are uninteresting in conversation. To women, being funny is an indicator of intelligence, and is essential for attracting a woman’s attention. Make her laugh and avoid being overly serious about seeing how attracted she would be to you. This lightens the atmosphere around them and makes them cool with you. 2. Care and Empathy Women are attracted to men who have the ability and desire to care for others. When it comes to attracting women, a man who is caring and empathetic has an advantage. If you’re looking for a long-term relationship, research has shown that women prefer men who are generous and selfless to men who lack these qualities. Women stay in relationships because they believe that someone somewhere will go all out and have their back at any time. Men who go all out and are genuinely kind are very appealing to women. 3. Trustworthiness and Integrity You remember when I mentioned character the other time? Here it is. Women prefer men who are trustworthy and have integrity. This is like your signature. Integrity entails acting virtuously and having a strong moral character. This key quality is what holds a relationship together and makes it work. Women want to know if you are honest and fair in all your dealings. They don’t want someone who will cheat and lie to them. This is a quality that every man must have. Make sure you don’t hide your flaws; they will show up if you keep hiding them under your sleeves! Be plain and sincere, this will be your badge of honour. 4. Financially Stable One thing a woman wants to know is if you’re financially stable. She desires to see if you can take care of her. Additionally, your financial stability will give her rest of mind when you bring up the issue of raising a family with her. 5. Plan a future with Her Women want men that are not just into a short-term relationship. If you meet her friends and family, know what she likes and talk about the future, she will like you greatly. All these and more are things you should watch out for. Ladies are very sensitive and emotional beings. You can’t afford to be bland and insensitive to their needs. Be light-hearted, caring, trustworthy, and stable financially and plan a future with her. The list is endless, but here are 5 qualities to start with. Maxwell Orah

5 Coping Strategies for Single Fathers

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You’re a single dad, right? You’re not by yourself. Single parents frequently face logistical difficulties. They can’t be in two places simultaneously, and they don’t have a partner to fall back on. They may encounter unexpected issues, such as suspicion from strangers while out with their children. According to the U.S. Census Bureau, there were 2 million single fathers in 2016. About 40 per cent were divorced, 38 per cent were never married, 16 per cent were separated, and 6 per cent were widowed. Life can be challenging for single fathers out there. You must adopt coping mechanisms if you’re a single father. You still have kids to take care of; therefore, you must do everything you can to retain your sanity. Here are 5 strategies for quieting the mind. 1. Look for Optimistic Aspects of life to Think About The first thing you should do as a single father is to focus on what you have rather than what you have lost. Whether you’ve divorced or lost your wife to death, optimism must be an anchor to keep your mind calm. Your children look up to you for all the help they can get, so it’s essential to be a strong motivator for them. 2. Remove all toxicity from your life The next thing to do is to delete all toxicity from your mind or circle. Anything that would drag you back and make you lose focus must be removed. They can be as inconsequential as a wristwatch or a piece of clothing given to you by your ex-partner before you parted ways. Whether it is people who constantly remind you of all the negativity in your life or objects that continuously remind you of your past mistakes, you must let go of them. 3. Turn off all distractions during mealtime Ensure you disconnect from the outside world during meals and bedtime. Concentrate on your children. This will aid in communication and make them feel secure. A busy dad won’t be of help to any child. The time together should be where you as a single father communicate with your children. They will appreciate it more. 4. Exercise To cope with the stress of single parenting, some single fathers turn to drugs or alcohol. Exercise can be a good substitute for drugs and alcohol. Positive endorphins are released during exercise. You will feel better about yourself and that all of your problems are manageable. I believe that the perception that they are manageable rather than gone makes a significant difference in this situation. You don’t have the severe come down that you do when you try to pretend they’ve gone away with alcohol or drugs because they never vanished. 5. Network for Help Your children’s schools are a good location to obtain assistance. Networking with other parents and school personnel will make you feel less stressed about your kids’ welfare. It’s really common for single parents to feel lonely. Share the responsibility with another single-parent family or your close relatives. Accepting assistance will allow you to recharge. Overall, stay positive and do your best for your children. Also, a single father can find love again. It is certainly possible! Single parents meet new people, find love, and find true happiness. It’s even possible that your children will help you meet your next spouse. It could be a single person in the neighbourhood or at school who is close to your children.