The Widow, The Divorcee and The Single Mother

Hello there! Yesterday I started the widow, divorcee and single mother series. I really hope you enjoyed that of yesterday because today's post promises to be insightful and funny. Enjoy!

Ayomide Wey said, 'Of all, I would go for a good woman who is not married but has a child (ie the single mother). I am very very selective actually. So a divorcee, NO. Because I would be having thoughts of her still liking her ex-hubby. A widow, I fit dey fear o!' (@mide_wey)

Chris Rio said, 'Well, I will choose a widow and a single mother. No divorcee please! And that is purely based on sentiments' (@ChrisRio_)

Raynard Omongbale said, 'It depends. There are so many things you need to look out for, like the child's age, his willingness to have a new guardian and other things like that. A woman is preferred amongst others because of her attitude, character and responsibilities. She must have real intentions. But there is no such thing as a good woman. There are a lot to consider, depending on the woman. But sincerely, most divorced women are better than 'other women'.' (@raynard_Oz)

Uzezi Ephraim said, 'For me to even have interest in her, it means I truly love her. That means, I would not care if she's got a child or not. Besides, a relationship involves two people who really want to be together.' (@_Mr_soft)

There's more to come, have a nice day ahead!

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