Over the past four years, I’ve learned to adapt to the #singlegirllife . . . but since I didn’t really have a choice or a say in the matter I jumped in with both feet and hoped for the best.
I discovered the joy of not having a routine for household chores. If I want to change up the grocery day, it didn’t upset anyone . . . except when I ran out of dog treats for Rocky and Millie. If I want to do laundry at 7 am on a Sunday (yea, it’s happened), then I can without fear of waking anyone up.
If I want to go to The Big City on a Saturday morning and visit the local needlework shop, I can do that . . . as long as I don’t stay gone too long and make it home in time to give supper to the puppies.
I discovered the joy of choosing whatever I wanted for supper. If I wanted to eat Cap’n Crunch over the sink with a glass of chocolate milk for supper . . . that’s what I had. If I wanted to grab tacos from Taco Bell on the way home from work because it’s cheaper than cooking them myself . . . I headed to the drive-thru. If I wanted to eat spaghetti four days in a row . . . I ate spaghetti four days in a row.
I learned that I can do the yard work myself . . . even though I don’t really enjoy it.
I learned that I can handle making decisions about home improvement or home repairs relatively intelligently . . . even though the entire process brings out massive amounts of anxiety and triggers a horrible panic attack.
I bought a car. I bought a washer. I bought a computer. I bought furniture. All things I’ve never done before and had no idea the amount of detail and research involved in such purchases.
I’ve learned that I can stand on my own two feet. I haven’t lost the house. The utilities haven’t been turned off. I haven’t killed the dogs. I’m not broke. All things XH predicted would happen within six months after the divorce . . . and it’s been 7 years . . .
But there is one thing that I am struggling with. Something so small and insignificant that it makes me laugh that I’m having a problem with it. The #singlegirllife means that you are the one that takes care of you when you’re sick. I have the flu. I very mild case with some general muscle and joint aches, some severe tiredness, and a stupid headache that won’t go away. I’m feel like poop . . . and I’m cranky . . . and I want someone to bring me soup, bring me tea, snuggle on the couch with me while I nap . . . and there isn’t anyone here to do that. Sure, Rocky and Millie do their best but without opposable thumbs, they pretty much suck in the food prep department . . .
Yea, there are some other really bad drawbacks to this #singlegirllife . . . but today this is the one that’s really pissing me off . . .
And, yes, I’ve said more than once to no one in particular but directed at Prince Charming . . . I really hate your ass right now . . .