I am a Woman. A SINGLE woman. I can bring home the bacon AND fry it up in a pan. With my eyes closed. While texting. And tweeting. Simultaneously.
Some people have a problem with that. They think I’m a big fat loser because I don’t have a man. Like a woman’s worth is based on having a mate, or at least dating, or living with a man.
Why? A large percentage of people I know that are married are MISERABLE, in a wide variety of ways. They lie and cheat on their spouses. (No, don’t ask me about yours! I’m speaking in generalities!) When I got divorced, because of my lying cheating spouse, married men came out of the woodwork to “comfort” me now that I was newly single. In fact they probably would have “comforted” me even while being married, except everyone around me knew how I felt about lying cheating spouses! And you know that old adage that the wife is the last to know? It’s true. My spouse lied and cheated on me throughout the whole marriage. In addition to a few other fabulous qualities like mental and physical abuse. He was the perfect example of a brain on alcohol.
After all that, I truly have no desire to go through another experience like that again. I am not a masochist. I still do believe in love, and soul mates and all that other crap. But I am truly careful now. People around me say I am being too picky and that I will end up alone as the neighborhood cat lady. Well, let me see…..that’s ok by me. Que sera sera. At least I will be the master of my own domain.
Is there another man out for me? I truly don’t know. I have a serious aversion to smoking, drinking, belligerence, bullying, meanness, and overall disrespect. So that really narrows down the playing field. And I’ve tried the friends with benefits route. Not for me, thanks.
I can wait. No hurry. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t, well, I’m still my own woman. I’m happy being the cat lady for now. At least I have rescued two little souls who love me unconditionally.