I think that anyone who’s ever read more than a dozen of my blog posts probably has a pretty good sense that I’m not an unhappy single. I like my life. At least most of the time.
I like dating and like my alone time and have written often about the fact that I have no real desire to get married and have kids.
Further, I’m 100% certain that if things had worked out differently with any of my exes and we’d stayed together, those marriages would have ended in divorce. I am SO better off without any of those men. No doubt in my mind.
But that doesn’t mean that my life is perfect. IMO, no one’s is. And anyone who tells you otherwise is either lying or incredibly shallow.
I’m one of those people who thinks a lot. Too much. And sometimes I rethink my past. Sometimes I’ll rethink the same coversation over and over, trying to figure out how things could be different, or better. I guess, there’s an element of regret in there. But not so much. More it’s about how I might do things differently in the future.
Anyway, as some of you know, I write for a few different places. And over the weekend I wrote a post for one of those other sites: SIngle Women Rule. It’s a site I like a lot. It’s very go single grrls go, rah, rah, rah. I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate for them, and if they didn’t want it I figured I’d use it here. It was one of my more reflective posts, where I basically admit that even I, ‘Ms. I don’t want to get married and have kids and am perfectly fine on my own’ sometimes think about what life might be like if I had a husband. How some things would be easier. Because I do believe that there have been times that it might have been easier if I had a husband (assuming we had a good, strong, functional marriage). Like when I was laid off. Or when my mom died. And recently I’ve had some work/businesses stuff go south and YES it would have been nice to have someone there who loved me unconditionally. To hold me up when I was falling down.
It happens. I’m not mad. OK, maybe a little irritated.
Here’s my thing. I’m of the belief that all humans are frail. That we all have moments of weakness. And that when we refuse to publicly admit our weaknesses that it gives the wrong impression.
And so I am a little irritated that as a strong, independant woman I received such a negative reaction when I said, out loud, sometimes I think about how nice it would be to have someone to share my burden.
I have about as much patience for macho women as I do for macho men. Actually, less.
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