For me, the word triggers memories of blown money, awkward silences, over-analyzed text messages, and just straight-up awkwardness.
The female race is an elusive and intimidating breed. In fact, I would venture to say that there are times when even they don't know what they’re thinking, so you have GOT to be on your toes. Once you think you've got them figured out, you get clocked in the head with their purse, and you have to look for another gal to date.
What’s even harder is handling disappointment and trying to analyze what you did wrong in the process.
Updated to add: The use of the term ‘single mother’ is not exactly accurate. If you screw up and get pregnant, don’t screw up even more and bring an innocent child along with you! Divorced moms who escaped abusive marriages with drug/sex/gambling/whatever addicts should not get a free pass from you, either.
If you are a mother and you are collecting child support, you are not a single mother. The rest of us who have to LIVE with your fucked up, emotionally scarred children will PAY you to have a fucking abortion. Second, single mothers are clearly really, really shitty at making life decisions. You both put each other’s happiness above your own. Now divorced mothers, who are a breed of single mothers, MIGHT be a little different, but whenever you approach one, sing this little song in your head: it takes two to tango. Even if it’s TRUE that the husband was a colossal fuck-up, you need to ask yourself what kind of imperceptive moron couldn’t spot that?