I would rather rush home to make dinner for two, or at least attempt to order the healthiest take-out I can find, instead of accepting the first invitation I get to kick it after work hours.

I would rather watch a DVD I've seen a million times, than visit a bar I've never been to before.

I wouldn't mind fighting someone for bed space, rather than me waking up alone every day sprawled out like a five-year-old kid.

I would rather buy a round of drinks for my friends back home, than try to get a free drink off Mr. Random, because I don't want to talk to him anyway.

I would rather chill in pang bahay (house clothes) and fart on the couch than contemplate whether my makeup for the evening requires false eye lashes or if heels are really necessary for my outfit.

I would rather be taking prenatal vitamins on the regular than chase hang overs with various supplements on those really bad mornings.

I prefer "Mrs.," although not necessarily being his.

Some days I miss my old life, my old security. I thought I arrived at the life I was meant to be living, turns out it was just a false start.

There goes those tiny violins again...