So, over a year later and I am still single. This experiment has taken over my identity. Who am I? The single girl? While it is true that I am the ONLY single one out of my family at all gatherings. And, I am the ONLY single one out of my closest girlfriends. Has that become my new identity? Is it possible that maybe I was meant to be single? Does it mean that you are an awful person if you really don't get all mushy and tingly inside when you see a couple kissing in public? Or when you see a child crying all you can do is sigh...with relief that its not your kid? Aren't these normal reactions? Someone recently told me that I needed to consider that maybe I would be alone for the rest of my life. Wow, harsh. Well, I have considered it. I have an amazing family and great friends. The funny thing is that I don't feel alone. I am actually grateful that I can come and go as I please. I am happy that I can sleep through the night and not have to hear a baby screaming for food. I have become a truly "single" person. Is it possible to share your life with someone, when you have spent your whole life trying not to??
P.s.--I know all of you mother's out there are going to tell me about the joys of motherhood. I just can't relate. Maybe one day, but for now...
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