I was talking to a coworker the other day about relationships. She was telling me all about how she met her wonderful husband of nine years and I was telling her all about how I string garlic and crosses all around my house to keep the bloodsuckers away from me.
In all honesty, it was quite nice to hear her enthusiasm for her husband. She had nothing but good things to say about him- he’s kind, he’s funny, he’s a good father, etc. I wish more women would have such an outlook on their marriages. Do I wish I could have the same? Not necessarily.
You see, there is a lot that I enjoy about being single. I like the freedom of being able to come home and eat rotisserie chicken while standing in the kitchen and watching the news. I like that everything in my bathroom is mine and it stays exactly where I left it. I like watching whatever I want on television at any given moment. I like not having to talk to people.
On the other hand, there are certainly things that I miss about being in a quality relationship. I miss having someone to handle the trivialities of life. That whole me going to buy a water heater mess? Yeah, that’s not my place. And even though I want to watch what I want, I miss having someone to snuggle with on the couch. I miss having someone to cook for. And occasionally, I miss having someone to talk to that doesn’t involve a qwerty keyboard.
I’m not looking to get into a relationship any time soon, and I think there would have to be a couple of miracles before I was even mentally fit to trust someone to not be a complete asshole. Maybe someday.
Just some food for thought.