I thought I would have repartnered by now.

Six years ago, almost to the day I gave birth to a unspeakably beautiful baby boy. It was a bittersweet time as I had separated from his father in the first trimester of the pregnancy (fortunately those "happy" pregnancy hormones got me through). I attended birthing classes with my sister, feeling out of place in the room full of expectant couples, continued to wear my wedding ring and never told a soul at work about the breakup. It was a hard time.

Fast forward to six years later and I'm still on my own. I'm proud to say that we're both doing fine. There's been overseas travel, more or less secure employment, studies, a nice home but somehow I didn't picture myself still being alone. I feel a little sad that I've probably missed the boat to have a second child, although I am of course incredibly grateful for the one I have. I know I'm not actively "trying" to meet someone - meaning I don't go out of my way to date or socialise. My excuse is I'm too tired and too broke to organise babysitters and nights out, but to be honest I think I'm just too insecure and scared.

I've had to deal with a certain amount of bitterness toward my ex-husband and unfortunately my opinion of the male sex has been coloured by my own experience. Adding to this, I live in a town full of middle-aged teenagers who live to surf and don't appreciate life's responsibilities getting in the way. Being a single mum, my life seems to be at the other extreme - over-responsibility and a lack of fun.

I guess I'm hoping this blog might steer me in the right direction. Any advice is gratefully accepted.