5 Worst Times To Be Single

4 years ago
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Sometimes being single friggin' sucks. Before you roll your eyes at me, let me also state that if you are a regular reader of my blog you know that I in no way feel you need a man to complete you, be happy, or live a fulfilled life. I have been happily single for over four years now and have written over 50 blog post demonstrating that.

With that being said, there are definitely times when being single does, in fact, suck!


Image: Tammi Kibler via Flickr

When my 82 year old Grandmother tells me to use up my eggs before they dry up...

Yup, this happened in a store, in public, because when you're 82, you can literally say anything you want and get away with it. It happened like this:

Me: "Nanny, I don't really care about getting married."
Nanny: "How old are you now?"
Me: "33."
Nanny: "You better use those eggs up before they dry up."

Here's why this sucks:

  • Who wants to disappoint their grandma? 
  • I'm 33 years old and yes, my eggs are drying up 
  • I am in no rush to be married or have kids

Okay, so yes I am single, I am not in a rush to be married, nor am I purposely looking for a man to procreate with. This is an instance when being single sucks because I do think about the fact that both of my grandmothers are up in age, and if I were to find someone to spend my life with, I would like both of them to be here for it.


Sometimes you need some TLC -->


When I’m sick...

I am a 33 year old adult woman, I have my own place, and do not live with my parents anymore. One of the worst times to live alone is when you are sick, and I don't mean have a cold sick. I mean the flu, pneumonia, bronchitis, cannot go to work or drive yourself to urgent care, can't talk, getting out of bed is impossible, even my eyelashes hurt kind of sick. I have been all of those things and have had to take care of myself all by myself.


Image: Raymond Bryson via Flickr

Taking care of me is not the issue. Luckily, I have amazing parents who have dropped off medicine and juice and have checked up on me when I am sick (blessed beyond measure with those two). It’s the fact that I have to do it all by my damned self. Once, just once, I'd like someone to make my soup for me, go to the pharmacy and pick up my medication for me, pour my glass of juice, and drive me to urgent care. Do you know how hard it is to drive yourself to urgent care when you have bronchitis, pulled muscles from coughing so hard because of the bronchitis, with pneumonia, on top of asthma? Well I do because that just happened to me! Damn, that is a time when being single surely sucked, like sucked really, really, hard.


Those grocery bags get extra heavy -->


Carrying groceries into my apartment...

I cook 80% of everything I eat, therefore when I buy groceries, I am buying a great deal of groceries. Sometimes, when I go in for one or two things, I think of a recipe I can make and end up buying more at the time. Now I know I am not the only one who walks into Target, for instance, to get one item and ends up with a conveyor belt full of crap you don't even need... right? It has happened to the best of us. Needless to say there are shopping trips for groceries, hair supplies, or random items from Target (that I never needed in the first damn place) that I have to carry into my apartment myself.


Image: Polycart via Flickr

Here's why this sucks:

Parking for my apartment is not super close to the entrance of my building. I also live upstairs. What happens when it's 10:00 p.m. at night, there's a creepy guy walking down the street, I have two arms full of bags, and I get scared? What am I going to fight him with? Bread? That cheap pair of sweats I bought? Or maybe that deodorant stick I found on sale? I would love to be able to call my boo and have him come downstairs to help me carry all of these bags in, or open the door to my building so I don't struggle, or meet me downstairs so I don't feel so scared of Mr. Creepy.


Things can get pretty scary out there… -->


When that new scary movie comes out...

I am a horror movie enthusiast. As a kid, my mom and I watched every scary movie or television show that would come on. Seriously, I was the only kid at school who watched Tales From the Crypt, The Alfred Hitchcock Hour, and The Twilight Zone. Every Friday, my family and I would go to the video store and rent VHS tapes. My brother, sister and Dad would all pick out comedies and cartoons, but my Mom and I would pick out all of the horror films. We'd have to watch them after they all went to sleep because they were so scared!


Image: e r j k p r u n c z y k via Flickr

Every time a new scary movie comes out, I try and find someone to go and see it with me, but no one will go. My mom hates the theater, she thinks it's too loud and she does not like the crowds. Basically, my horror partner has deserted me unless I watch the movies at my parents’ house with her. I know I can just go to the movies by myself, but there is something about horror films that make you want to go with someone right? It's kind of like when you go to the Halloween mazes or Fright Nights-- it makes it even more fun when you have someone to grab onto to when you're scared. I watch ghost stories and scary movies by myself a lot, but I would not mind having some nice sexy arms around me when I jump from fright. Judge me.


It might be nice to grow old with someone… -->


When I see an elderly couple together...

Here's the thing: being a married woman and having kids is not something I aspire to. I am fulfilled spiritually and emotionally, and having someone to spend my life with is just a bonus. Yes, I am independent, I am making my dreams come true, I take care of myself financially, and have family and friends... but having a man to share all of this with would be absolutely wonderful.

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Having a partner to share in my success, to eat Sunday dinner with my parents, to meet my Grandmothers and my sister... that's the icing on the cake for me. For me, it's about having the type of love that you can't necessarily receive from your family and friends. Your family can, of course, love and support you, but romantic love and partnership are totally different. As I approach my 34th birthday, this is something I have been thinking a lot about. I feel like I am now ready to share my life with someone and not because I feel I need a man, but because I am truly excited to give my heart to someone. When I see an elderly couple together holding hands, or laughing, etc. it definitely makes me feel hopeful for my future.

Are you single and fulfilled in your life?

Is your heart open to love?

Have you recently met the love of your life? I'd love to hear your story! Comment below and thanks for reading

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