I raised my son entirely alone and without much practical support either. I think the times when I felt conscious of being a single parent was at football practice & teachers evenings. He was a complicated little thing (like me) but got easier the older he got.
In fact his friends from two parent families got in more trouble, being brought back by police, being legless etc.
I remember one night when two sets of parents came to my house asking if my son was with theirs who were missing? My son was upstairs in his room. I did feel a little proud I must say.
I always taught him that if his mates were doing stuff that was troublesome, to just come home and he did. Friends used to laugh and say we were like Edina & saffy off absolutely fabulous as he was the sensible one & I was the ditzy character.
He's all grown up now. Married & very committed. Always a one woman man. Our home was pretty stress free & one of his mates who's parents were super uptight and controlling, used to love coming to ours. He's now got a drink problem.
Kids need love & acceptance. Just because there's a second parent, it's not automatic they'll get it.
I also remember during the late 80s/90s a huge backlash from the public, politicians & media of blame towards single parents (mother's of course) who were to blame for all the problems in society. It was a tough time emotionally. I recall a woman I worked for saying "I'm not being funny (my name) but it's you single parents causing so many problems"! I was livid but needed the job. This was a woman who'd had an affair with her boss, helped break up his marriage & was now swanning around in Leopardskin going to the gym, etc & money wasn't a problem as she was living off his income & I claimed help as a working parent. It was a horrible stigma to be an SP.