Remember the emotional breakdown scene in QUEEN where Kangana bemoans wandering the streets of Paris by herself instead of with the new husband are thought she’d have? I thought I’d have a wedding & a honeymoon in December 2012. I didn’t. They turned out to be fairytales, the kind that never turn into achievable dreams.
Celebrations. I’ve decided I’m going to have them as often and as self indulgently as I can. I’m thirty-five, not dead!
An email from out of the blue, reminded of odd feelings I’d forgotten and an end I hadn’t had.
It’s a day for flying solo. For being alone. Vegging out, watching mindless TV and pausing to stare out of the window, unseeing into the unclear outside, fogged, smogged and clogged by rain and outsideness. Or for getting lost in a crowd. The storm in the center of a sea…
What happens to a normal, decent nice guy going about his blameless life when he meets misnomers who are misogynist? How easily they all turn.
I miss being fabulously single. I’ve been it for so long, it has become a part of my identity. A huge, glamorous, proud-of-it, reveling-in-it part which is the one thing that conflicts with being in a relationship. A good relationship is wonderful in a number of ways. But it still…
For the first time ever,in my conscious memory,none of my dreamsor things that I look forward toin the future with anticipationhave anything to do with a man. Isn’t that something? Even if it did take me three decades to get to it.It was so worth it. 30 is good. —————————————————————————————————–A version…
I keep getting asked why I want commitment if it’s such a terrible thing. My reasons may not be all deeply soulful or romantic or even honorable.
Motherhood. Have you thought about it? I have.