Skip to main content

Contemplating My Return to Singleness...

Now that I'm getting ready to give Mr. Wonderful the ol' heave-ho, I'm beginning to think about what life will be like on the other side.

If you've ever spent any time being single, you know how crazy it can be. There are guys out there who see us in our solitary glory and feel the need to help us rectify what they see as a bad situation. If they were actually bringing something other than a big...ego and a smile, I might be interested. Now that I'm more mature, I just don't have time for foolishness.

In the very near future, I see myself living alone, going out with friends, and enjoying my life as an independent woman. Does this mean I don't want the husband and kids? Not at all. I'd love to have someone to grow old with. However, I'm not going to mope about it until it happens. I'm going to live. And if, by chance, a nice gentleman comes along who wants to enhance my life, I just might let him.

Comments

Tiffany said…
That's right. Enjoy your life whether it's with soemone or being single. When someone sees how happy you are being single they'll be like moths to a flame.

Tiffany
http://liferequiresmorechocolate.blogspot.com

Popular posts from this blog

MackDiva at the DNC

Even though I've never been a political person by nature, I attended the Democratic National Convention in Denver this week. For me, it was a chance to actively participate in a historic moment. Of course, it didn't hurt that there were parties galore and men for days, but we'll have to talk about that later. :)

Anyway, I have to say I've never been more moved in all my life. Being in Denver exposed me to a whole new world, and I loved it. It was wonderful to see all those Black men in suits. Whether they were legendary or just legends in their own minds, they walked with a confidence and swagger that brothers in baggy jeans and Timbs could never duplicate.

Plus, I loved being around progressive people who don't just talk the talk. They actually walk the walk. These are folks who want to make a change in their communities, and take the necessary steps to do so. While public service and civic duty have never been aspirations of mine, I was glad to be exposed to it.

The…

Older...

There's something to be said about getting older.
Your knees ache. You may get winded walking stairs. Your hair gets gray everywhere -- and I do mean everywhere. You start having hot flashes, and you realize that miniskirts may not be for you anymore.
Still...
There is a beauty in getting older. You don't wonder about certain things because you've experienced them. You look at young girls and you want to tell them not to worry, but you don't because they think you don't know what you're talking about. But you do. Because you, unlike them, have experience.
I think about my friends who didn't make it this far. Camille, Toni, and Stacy won't get to know the joys of the aging process. They won't get to age out of watching sports because the players are young enough to be your sons.
Don't get it twisted. I thank God for every day of 48 years. I do. But sometimes...I miss my youth. Just sometimes.

To Be Loved...

I would give anything to be loved. I would give anything to be the object of someone's affection. I would do my level best just for someone to care about me.

I really would.

Right now, I am so broken...so wounded...so hurt. I feel like no matter what happens with me, I never can seem to make the connection that brings me to where love finds me. And while I try to make it look like it doesn't matter to me, it so does. It's all I ever think about. And I try my very best not to be consumed by my pain. Most times it works. But sometimes I get here...where I just want to be loved.

Inasmuch as I'd never kill myself, I know why people do it. It's hard to live a loveless life. But here I stand. I am trying to hold it together. I really am.

IT IS NOT EASY. AND I HATE IT HERE.