Una, on 17 December 2015 - 11:02 PM, said:
I don't understand why you are talking about dating at this point. It just seems so early and you've got other things to worry about. Dating is exhausting!
Just because she's been thinking this for a while and thinks she's ready to see other people doesn't mean you have to do the same. Figure out what your life is going to look like single for the next little while, what with finances and parenting and where you are going to live, before you even think of throwing another person into the mix.
My ex had left for about a year and a half before I was truly ready to meet people. And by "meet", I didn't even mean dating. I meant "meet people of the opposite sex and have interesting conversation, just to see if I can manage that".
Don't concern yourself too much about whether it's harder to date with kids. I know I didn't believe it when people told me, "It's a modern world now. People don't care as much now. It's very common.", because even though I'm not religious, I was raised super traditional Asian. My mother basically hammered at me from the time I was about 8 years old that no good man from a decent family will ever want a girl who has lived with another man before marriage. She actually used the phrase "worthless on the marriage market". You should have seen the back-pedalling when she found out how my ex was treating me. I was trying to get him to stay at one point because I honestly thought no one else would want me.
What actually happened was that around the 18 month mark, just as I was feeling better and thinking I would be ready to start meeting people ( I even mentioned to family and friends that they could feel free to start setting me up), suitors started coming out of the woodwork. These were people who absolutely knew I had a kid because, like any parent, I'll bring him up in regular conversation as part of what goes on in my life. My cousin said the same thing happened to her and she had a 2 year old kid too. It was like all these guys she already knew were waiting around for when she would be available. We both found it something of a surprise considering we live in a society that says that single mother = failure. Instead, I almost got the feeling that the men would see how we were with our children and something in their brains ticked off "nurturing", "patient", "cool under pressure", and "prepared for anything" and certain people are drawn to that.
You don't need to hide anything. You've got nothing to hide. Anyone not interested in dating a guy with kids? Doesn't make her a bad person, but it's an bad match and you can save time and trouble weeding that out from the beginning. So don't worry about that for now. Plenty of time to deal with that later.
I guess part of the reason I am talking about dating is that part of me is ready. I have dated a grand total of 3 women my entire life, been married 9 years, and have had sex with only one woman. What I was before my marriage and what I am now is entirely different. One could say that I married too early and didn't "grow up" before making that huge life decision. I would quip that going to a Methodist Undergrad eventually transformed me from a bible thumping, hyper religious nut (praying every free moment, bible reading daily, asking for forgiveness more than the best Catholic you know) into a stone cold agnostic (at least, maybe atheist); and likewise, being married has transformed me through the might of my wife's absolute logic, pragmatism and willingness to use the psychology/psychiatry field to our advantage (much like exercising, mental and relationship health are boosted by having a trainer).
Sometimes I feel that of all the people I know, I am one of the greatest changers and adapters. When you are Asperger's, OCD and at life's beck and call (never had control of where I'm going, carried on the current of change), you adapt.
I am nothing of what I was, and as my wife has finally come into her own, I have suspected things may come to this and mentally planned accordingly. The revelations have occurred within weeks, but I think I knew in some part of me that the probabilities of this happening were increasing.