On a day to day basis I enjoy my boyfriend-free status, and much prefer to lead a hassle-free, independent life without argument or compromise. I listen to my friends moan about their boyfriends/husbands, for one more reason or another, on a fairly regular basis and sometimes I wonder if some of them are only in a relationship because they're scared of being "alone".
I know that's not the case with all of them, but I'm fairly certain I've hit the nail on the head with some. Not that I'd ever say it to them, of course. It's none of my business for a start, plus it would only cause disgruntlement - they have enough trouble with the men in their lives without me adding to the pile. And of course, whatever decisions they make are unequivocally their own, as mine are my own.
The main things that I hear are fairly standard complaints in most relationships, I imagine: too much time on the X-Box/PS3/Wii; never helps around the house; won't spend enough time with your friends/family; let the dog in again without wiping its feet; doesn't want a baby; wants a baby now; has no ambition; works too hard; far too possessive; doesn't seem to care; doesn't socialise enough; socialises too much; spends too much money; won't spend any money at all... The list seems to be pretty endless.
I thank my lucky stars sometimes that I don't have any of that to contend with. Yeah, sure it's nice to have someone to hang out with, go out for nice meals, do the kind of things couples do, but the only time I'm really aware of it is when I'm the only single person surrounded by couples. I hate the expectation that I should be paired off, and the fact that I'm thirty and "still single" is harder for others to accept than for me! That's crazy, and like it's anyone's business anyway! If I don't care, then why on earth should you?
A day like today has enhanced my feelings of single contentment.
I've spent the majority of the day back in my huge bed, dressed in the most comfortable (i.e. unattractive) clothing, completely sans makeup or hair product (i.e. looking like shit), with a hot water bottle, numerous cups of tea, and my own choice of DVDs. I've cooked whatever the hell has suited me and eaten whenever the hell I've felt like it. I will watch two hours of Dancing on Ice, sprawled across the entire sofa with only myself to worry about.
To summarise, I've spent a relaxing, blissful Sunday without protest, interruption, compromise or irritation - a much greater achievement than many.
It's certainly not a competition, but I can't help but feel ever so slightly smug given the fact that most couples either look at me in sympathy or wonder what's wrong with me for being on my own.
There's nothing wrong with me, thank you. I'm enjoying the ability of being an independent, liberated, self-sufficient young lady.
And if you can't understand that, then there's something wrong with you!
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