When you’re suddenly pregnant and no one is standing by your side, even if you’re in your 30s, it’s a hard conversation. I’m a traditional girl, and I believe in marriage, and I just always thought that’s the way I’d be doing this.
There’s not a second I regret having a child on my own.
I’m not one of those people who thinks they simply deserve success. I have the drive to work.
If you go from a structure where you have the support and that partner and that construction of a family and that’s broken apart, I think that’s probably a lot harder than always being a single mom and having the father being a support in another area.
I miss the noise in New York: the sound of taxis and that constant buzz the city has.
But now I have a child, and it’s the best thing in the world.
My son has two loving parents and an extended family, whether it’s cousins or stepmothers or boyfriends. My son is surrounded by love.
All of a sudden, you have this newborn you have no training for. It’s frightening.
I’m raising a child, and it’s public. The media creates these dramas, and that’s not what’s happening in my life.
I’m not sure anyone – and I could be wrong in this – grows up thinking, I want to be a single mom.
If you’re healthy all around, you’ll feel better, and if you feel better, you’ll have a more positive outlook. It’s all connected.
Everyone says, ‘You give birth, you go home, and you have this amazing baby and it’s just beautiful’. And I walked in and I just started sobbing.