I feel that this title really explains everything I will be talking about today, so let’s just dive in to the interesting parts that you’re here for.
I’ve always been independent. I went 19 years of my life doing well on my own, never needing anyone, and generally getting by on my own skill, wit, and ability. To me, dating was just a luxury, because I don’t need a man.
And then I had my first real, serious relationship and it ended in flames a year ago. It was traumatic how upset I was then, because I had indulged in that luxury enough I had thought it was a necessity. A year later, I’ve come back to my senses. The part of me that I lost in that year and a half relationship have come back, and I couldn’t be happier. And it’s reminded me of why being single is kind of the best. Continue reading