Labor day somewhat serves as my independence day. 5 years ago I had to make make the difficult decision to leave the apartment I shared with my husband and move back to my parent’s house with my tail between my legs.
I am a proud and stubborn woman—it was hardest thing I ever had to do, but I still managed to move out without shedding a tear.
Since then I’ve had 5 solid years of figuring who the fuck I am as an individual and reclaiming my independence.
Last night I was in the company of a couple that wouldn’t stop bickering. They fought for a majority of the night, when one subject died out another one magically kept the argument going.
Jesus Christ, dude.
I almost wanted to mediate the situation and tell them that one needed to apologize while the other one needed to calm the hell down. Obviously it wasn’t my place and they argued for a solid hour, all while the rest of us danced the night away—3 feet away from them.
Pro Tip: If you’re THAT couple, go home. You’re not doing anyone any favors by sticking around when your bad vibes hover around the entire group like a dark cloud. We can hear you. We can see you. Either let it go… or go home. I’m just saying.
It’s always interesting witnessing a couple fight when you’ve been single for so long. You think everyone is taking each other for granted because you have to deal with life solo, meanwhile these people have each other.
Get over it. Apologize. Accept the apology. Shit.
I realize it’s not that simple. I’ve built up all the patience in the world because I haven’t had to deal with headaches from a significant other. There is no one to irritate me and give me a short fuse. Witnessing situations similar to what I experienced last night make me realize why I’m thankful to be single.
My last year married and even the year after was a fucking doozy. Despite all my posts longing for a relationship I realized I needed time to recover. I took a huge break from dating because I was tired of dealing with setting my own expectations and the disappointment that came when they were too high (they were never that high—online dating just fucking sucks). I’m about to jump into it soon because I’d like to know what it feels like to have a man wait for me outside my office building so he can take me to dinner. I’d like to getaway for the weekend. I’d like to fall in love again, even if that means I have to scold him every time he’s in my apartment and forgets to use a coaster. I don't mind trading in some independence for some headaches, as long as love and affection comes with them.
Cheers to 5 solid years of riding through life solo. Wish me good luck jumping back into the dating pool. TBH, future boo needs more luck than me… he’s getting a girl who has SEVERE trust and abandonment issues.
HAHA. No. Really. *deadass face*
I’m still a fucking catch tho. Obviously.