I really really try to avoid putting my personal life online like this, but I figured it's nothing to be ashamed about and, after all, shit happens...but...I'm suddenly single again.
So I guess I can start writing about how fun it is being over the hill and single, right?
Well, this is a weird time right now. Instead of crying and moping around, I'm...
And that's not a really good thing when you're minus a paycheck and something in my brain is just not registering it. I guess it comes with being over the hill, right?
Some people get a makeover, some don't eat, some eat a lot, but me...I spend.
Spending is my single natural high because it's nothing worse than seeing families out your door doing family things and it make you feel even more...alone.
But I have a theory about being alone. Being alone is scarier when you're not alone. Once you're thrown into that situation, it's not really all that bad.
Take yesterday, for instance. I've hated my bedspread for years and I just decided I was going to treat myself with a new one. Once the bedroom got rearranged and the new bedspread with the skirt and the pillow shams and the accent pillows were all neatly in place, the room took on a "my" feel instead of an "our" feel.
It took me back to my teenage years when I had a bedroom all to myself and I could decorate it with whatever or however I wanted. It felt really damn good, unbelievably damn good.
I love my bedroom now.
I won't sleep in it just yet, but I love it.
I don't know if it's my age or what, but being single actually isn't too darn bad. I'll let you know if I'm singing the same tune when house payment rolls around...