Pros and cons of dating a single mother
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been in love. I had my first boyfriend when I hit puberty, and I’ve been in just four relationships in almost two decades. And my relationships always lasted a long while and ended because of unavoidable circumstances.
I’m happy in love, and have always been happy knowing I’ve got someone special who wants me and wants to be with me. And surprisingly, I’ve never been able to spare more than a couple of months of being single in between all the loving. I’m almost thirty and in love with a great guy for the last seven years. Ever heard that line, weddings make people feel more romantic?
My girlfriends envied me because I always got the nicest guys.
We’ve been living together for the last five years, and I couldn’t ask for more. I was at a good friend’s wedding recently with my girlfriends, and I remember looking up at the bride and groom. I sat back, enjoying the balmy breeze under the open sky and tried to imagine my boyfriend and me at the altar.
And as shocking as it seemed, I couldn’t visualize us together. I lost that thought over the next few hours though, and my friends and I decided to go clubbing.
We were out of town and our boyfriends weren’t accompanying us, which was enough of a reason for binge drinking and having fun with the girls.
Cut a long and confusing story short, I met a lot of guys who were interested in me, danced with a few, batted my eyelids at a few others and had the time of my life.
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It’s a terrible thing to wonder, especially when you’ve got a loving, confused boyfriend who’s trying to figure out what’s happening to his girlfriend. He loved me, understood me and definitely made me a better person. All our friends treated us like we were a married couple.
But I just wasn’t happy anymore, and it wasn’t his fault. And for crying out loud, he wanted to get married when we both hit thirty!
I was just sick of always having to think about another person no matter what decision I took. I felt claustrophobic and just wanted to escape, and be free.
Yeah, it sounds bitchy and mean, but you know, the heart wants what the heart wants. If I have to give any credit to science, humans have evolved to mate and procreate, not settle down with one person and live the rest of your life wondering ‘what if…’ I ended my relationship with my shocked boyfriend citing “it’s not you, it’s me…” and a few million other reasons including the awkward one, I want to be single again. [Read: How to end a relationship the right way] Perhaps I was having my own quarter life crisis.
I wanted to experience being single, because I really had never been single all through my teenage years and adult life. But then again, I wondered if I wanted to be single because I didn’t have any flirty fun with other men, or was it because I was stuck in a relationship that just wasn’t progressing and evolving. A few months have passed ever since my metamorphosis into the single life, and ungracefully, I have to admit that I’m having the best time of my life.