Seven years ago, as I stood at the altar, I remember thinking that it was the best day of my life. I was marrying the man of my dreams; the man with which I’d grow old. Two months ago, I was thrown into this newly-single life. I’ll be the first to admit that it was scary. Really, I was terrified. This single thing has definitely been a learning experience. I’ve learned to budget. I’ve learned how to drain the pool. I’ve learned how to handle a temperamental sewage system that hates the rain. And the list goes on… Although I didn’t chose this single life, I made the decision to embrace the whole “fresh start” challenge. New beginnings, right? I’ve been sad to the point that I’ve cried myself to sleep and I still feel angry. I’m angry that the same girl broke up both marriages. How did that even happen? I’m angry about the betrayal. Needless to say, I won’t be getting over that any time soon…. As I’ve crossed the sea ever-changing emotions, I’ve settled into a happiness that I haven’t felt in a very long time. This new independence feels pretty darned good!
Here are the things I love about being single….
I can sleep in the middle of the bed.
I can park in the middle of the garage.
I never have to turn on the television, except to watch BRAVO.
I can sing Bon Jovi’s “Living on a Prayer” and Adele’s “Hello” at the top of my lungs without anyone overhearing me.
I can finally incorporate pink into my living room.
I can take hour-long hot showers.
I can play the piano at midnight….loudly.
I can have only wine for dinner if I choose, without being questioned.
I can have movie nights with my girlfriends without prior approval.
I can have the entire closet to myself, with my things neatly folded.
I can have more cat babies, if I chose to do so.
I can pay my own bills, without having to ask for any help.
I can sleep with three cozy blankets on my bed without anyone complaining.
I can organize my newly decorated pantry, with only healthy foods, in neat rows.
I can live in my house, on my land, with my things, surrounded by my family. And, I never have to worry about anyone taking those things away from me….ever.
When anyone asks me how I’m doing, I tell them that I’m good. And I am really good.
You know, I think I like being single.