Venting.
I have decided to decline the dinner invitation I recieved earlier in the week. Just doesn't seem right to go, even if it is for my favorite food at my favorite resturant. I'm not sure I'll ever be ready to date again. I've been single since September 2015. That's almost eight years of casual dating, with nothing to show for it. I'm exhausted. I don't want to do it anymore. I am tired of being lied to, let down, led on, put down, and ghosted. After my divorce, I never would've imagined I'd still be learning someone's favorite color or song. I will turn 40 in about six months. Forty and single. It's not as glamourous as Carrie Bradshaw made it out to be on Sex and the City. When is enough, enough? When do I throw in the towel and accept my fate as the old lady who will die alone and be eaten by her cats? Maybe God keeps me from anything serious because I have some more personal growth to do. I need to finish my degree, which I am making steps towards. doing. I definitely need to work through some issues, which I am making steps towards doing. I definitely need to get myself healthy, which I’m also doing. And finally, gotta work on my self confidence. I know I’m a bad bitch. I know I am beautiful. I know I am intelligent. I know I am hilarious. I know I have this amazing personality. But for some reason, I always let someone’s mediocre, balding, insecure son make me feel like shit. Every single time. For what? Nothing. I always feel so stupid afterwards. It’s definitely time to put my own feelings first. Period
Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.
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