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My name is Lucie, I’m 32. I separated from Thomas a year and a half ago – it was a rough breakup, but we eventually reached an agreement: he would take the kids every second week, which allowed me to work extra hours at the store, and we would split the costs fifty-fifty. For the last two months, he has been completely off the radar. It’s like he vanished off the face of the earth, David Goldrake style.

Today, I am raising my two kids alone: Sofia, my 8-year-old “big girl”, a manga and martial arts enthusiast, and Mathéo, my 18-month-old little clown with an irresistible smile.

A month ago, with no other choice, I left our family apartment for a small one-bedroom place, it’s our little hut.

I feel strong enough to embrace this new life, but I can feel everything slipping away.  My purchasing power is decreasing rapidly. I have already cut out leisure activities and small extras, yet the fall continues – like a dizzying free fall.

To channel my fears, before sinking into the sofa every evening, I reflect on the day – the ups, the downs, my daily struggles, or rather, the ordinary life of a single mom doing her best to keep up in today’s world.

In Luxembourg, single-parent families make up just 6% of all households, yet nearly half of them are at risk of falling into poverty.

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