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13 Things the Single Woman Wants You to Know
Don’t be sad for me. I’m happier than you. 😉
I used to always need a partner, a man, a companion. I hated being alone. Every bit of it. Before the age of 55, I can barely remember a time I didn’t have a partner. Male or female.
That’s a story for another time, though.
I always felt I needed someone to validate me, make me feel special, love me, take care of me — you know, all those things that girls who were unloved as a child need.
I was that girl. Until I wasn’t anymore. And that was when I hit 60. Crazy, right?
I was 60 years old when I finally realized I didn’t need a man. I wanted one. And there’s a big difference.
Now, I cringe at all those years of my life I wasted with Douchebag Dan and Jerk-off Jerry. Ah well, live and learn, right?
Anyway, the conversation comes up a lot:
“Aren’t you lonely?”
“Do you wish to have a companion/partner/boyfriend/husband/insert whatever pronoun you want here ____________?”
“It must be lonely living alone.”
“Aren’t you afraid of getting old/dying alone?”
You know, the usual topics.
