I’m good at being single. Been doing this non-committal thing for a hot minute now. My focus has been elsewhere, and I’m gun shy. The very thought of the total sacrifice of all I know and love for a chance makes me uncomfortable. I mean Xanax levels of discomfort.
DISCLAIMER: I haven’t had a successful, comfortable, relationship in all my years. I’ve had relationships where I put too much in and required little, those I was so guarded that I don’t know why he stayed, and a million other variations between. I don’t have a stellar relationship model, broken relationship examples from childhood. I don’t know what I’m doing.
Maybe I want my “happily ever after” too bad. I’m not desperate, but I’m not acting like a comfortably single chick either. Truth.