On Being Single

March 1, 2012

Today's topic is...

What is the best aspect of your life?

This one took some thought. I looked at that question and thought of all the lovely things going on here. Remote control TVs, Internet access, being a homeowner, being a mommy, having a job.

Blah, blah , blah. I went upstairs for a shower and had to come up with something that is the best aspect of my life. And it hit me!
Being single.

I am sure that being in a relationship has its perks. Hell, I was in one for a decade. In the beginning, that initial honey moon phase is the bombdiggity. Then there's that in between part where you have seen every aspect of the other person and start to wonder, WTF? Where the fuck did Romeo go? Where did that wonderful, charming, responsible, funny and great person go?
Then there's the last couple years or so and the only thing that fucker's good for is a roll in the hay and free child care. Romeo is dead and decaying back in the honeymoon and that asshole from the middle has turned into an obnoxious, self absorbed dick. It's time to move on crosses your mind a hundred and ten times. The reason it takes so long for the end to come is because the good peeks out every couple of months and surprises you. Like, hey, this guy ain't so bad. He just cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom. The grass was cut and the yard's clean.

Then there he is, standing there with a proud smile like look at all the great stuff I did. He wants you to look at it all and praise him like he's 2 and the only thing you can think of saying is,

Fuck you.

I don't do the wash and then steady stay up your ass about how great I did it. Look, look, look, babe it's folded and in the drawers. Or the dishes are done, see how I towered them on the drain board so they don't all tumble to the floor? It's a fucking work of art, babe. Babe? Babe?

Then you eventually come to some conclusions

*I pay the bills (with no help from him)

*I buy everything and put it all away (with no help from him)

*I manage an entire family plus some extra bodies from time to time,

get everyone on schedule, take everyone where they need to go, bring them back

and then do it all over again.
*I pay the taxes

*I do everything for everyone and every month I only get a clean

kitchen and bathroom.

*Sex, yeah it's good, but I'd rather have companionship.
I'd rather have participation and validation that I AM NOT ALONE
IN THIS.

And when you realize that he's another mouth to feed, a body to clothe, and

another person with their hand out, then it's time to roll. Of course, having addiction issues, which

resolved until he started drinking didn't help. Asshat would clean himself up, give a bitch some hope, then ass out again.

Leaving someone in need and high and dry with no help either mentally or financially, then

having extracurricular habits doesn't leave a bitch hot for you. It's a turn off.
Add on top police involvement and expecting to be on an upcoming episode of cops, doesn't leave a gal feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

Alas being single is great.

There's no one to answer to.

There's no arguments.

The bills still get paid.
I still have child care.

My life is peaceful.

There's no bitching.

There's no harping.

There's no promises being broken on a daily basis.

The only excuses I hear are the ones I give myself.

I clean my own kitchen and bathroom.

Some other dingbat gets to love all his addictions and issues

and take care of him.
He can be her 'anchor' through it all. The only problem with him being an anchor

is he pulls you under and he drowns your fat ass.

Hear that, Mama? He'll drown your ass.

I'm swimming back to the surface.

Lucky me:)

Jill
3/1/12