An older woman’s thoughts on being single and enjoying the lovely freedom that outweighs the supposed benefits of coupledom. I only have two cats ;o)
It’s still not approved of. Especially for women, but I’ve got to admit I’ve been guilty of it, too. When I see a profile on a dating site that says the guy is 50 or older and never been married, I have to admit it gives me pause.
Because, if we aren’t totally horrid, someone must’ve wanted us enough at one time to marry us, right?
If you get to age 50 and no one has, you must have mighty carbuncles or a secret axe-murderer personality or some wild collection of ephemera – or maybe you don’t believe in showering or doing laundry or you’ve been in the pen for the last 20 years…
As my single time lengthens, though, I realize that single-hood is, in fact, rather lovely. I don’t sit at home patting my 50 cats. I have good friends that I can see without feeling guilty…
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