So I find myself on the other side of 30 and still bearing the name my father gave me! Probably not what I had in mind but that’s all I’m working with, as well as the pitying looks I get from my married friends, relatives and colleagues as I constantly rock up at events alone. The consolations “don’t worry you will meet someone one day”. The accusations of being too choosy! The encouragement to reduce my standards… (huh?).
Really? I don’t remember ever saying I was looking for a husband. I mean honestly I’m in my 30’s the prime of my life, I have never been more mature, intelligent, experienced, stable (financially and mentally). This is the life I have always wanted to live and I am actually happy doing it on my own. Maybe one day I will meet someone who will “put a ring on it” but right now seriously I’m ok!
If I had gotten married whilst I was in my 20s I would probably be amongst those married people hassling singles about their status, but for whatever reason (I call it luck!) I didn’t, and I have had the opportunity to live the life I live. I have learned to be independent pay my way make a home for myself by myself, I rely on me for everything and I love my own company, why wouldn’t I? I’m the most entertaining person I know!
There are plenty of benefits to being married of course, for example having a big strong man to lift things…. hmmmm I’ve run out of examples. Ok I kid good husbands provide protect and care for their families. But what about the wife? She has to do everything else including the heavy lifting! Wives and mothers still have to hold down jobs give birth to babies, feed, clean and care for their families. They are generally the dogs body of the household (some of course are blessed enough to have help!) Now I hate cleaning up after myself, why oh why would I be in a rush to clean up after a grown ass man and his snotty brats?!
The other day at a bed shop I looked at beds and I tell you I am still looking for someone to show me a Mr and Mrs Bed! There are King sized beds for Kings clearly and Queen sized beds for me, double beds for normal people,3 quarter sized beds for teenagers and single beds for kids! Do you know why? No bed big enough for a Mr and Mrs has been invented yet! Scientists the world over are still trying to create something where 1 person can sleep uninterrupted whilst the other snores, farts, talks in their sleep, hogs the blankets and is unconscious of personal space!!! I being single and an aspiring crazy cat lady only have to share the bed with my cat whose sole purpose is to keep my feet warm.
To make matters worse, once people know that you are in your 30s and still single, they assume you are desperate to find a husband and suddenly any warm blooded male thinks they can try their luck! You walk into a room full of really fine specimens of men and guaranteed!! the fattest ugliest loudest most grotesque of the lot will think you are in his league… dude seriously, there is dating out of your league and then there’s dating out of your species! This is however the reason us single girls are called picky with standards that are too high, because we won’t accept a date with any Joe Neanderthal that walks in the room? No freaking way! I am maintaining my standards thank you very much and I will hold out till Mr Damn Right comes along. I’ve waited this long why would I want to, now at this late stage in the game, ruin my life by jumping into marriage for the sake of marriage itself?! I am at a stage where I can make a wise, informed and solid choice and I think I’ll just take my time and do just that.
So maybe I’m selfish and am not yet prepared to share my life with a husband and kids but that doesn’t mean I don’t want them, I just don’t need it right now! With the advent of modern medicine I can still have babies well into my 40’s. So for now I am enjoying being fine, young single and independent doing my thing so if you are worried about the bill don’t … I got it!
I’m just saying!