The Grass Is Always Greener

When I think of ever having to be single again, it makes me want to projectile vomit. If this horrific situation were to ever happen, I would have to make a trek to the nunnery and pledge my allegiance…or whatever they do. If the nuns didn’t want me (and who could blame them), I would most certainly become the weird lady with 85 cats and a closet full of housecoats.

I know there are people walking around professing that they love being single and that they choose to be solitary. I think these people are full of poop and just say this to feel better about themselves. People remain single for many reasons; career, children, a long prison sentence, or that pesky ankle bracelet. You are not choosing to be single; you are choosing to make other things your priority. Dating is a full time, labor intensive job that can make the strongest individual cower in the fetal position. I do not ever want to waste another minute of my life, waiting for the phone to ring. I wouldn’t want to spend one more second worrying about why he didn’t call. I could not bring myself to condemn my actions or lack of judgment one more time.

I know myself so much better than I did 10 years ago. I know what I want, who I want to be around, what is important and what is too trivial to bother with. I also know what I am willing to put up with and what I am no longer letting into my life. I would be a different dater now for sure.

They say the grass is always greener on the other side. I love my grass the way it is, with my husband mowing it.