I am so tired of being without a significant other. Divorced for 3 years and still not in a relationship. I really really want someone but I REFUSE to be unhappy in a relationship. The only men I seem to attract are youngsters- college age, or oldsters-social security or disabled. Where are the responsible men between 40 and 5??
I dread the upcoming holidays. After everyone leaves or goes to be with their significant others, I feel so alone and lonely. I don't mind being alone sometimes, but damn...........
From living alone to loving your body, what every woman should accomplish before tying the knot.
With 11 days left until my wedding, the final countdown is in effect. Among the dozens of little things left on my to-do list, I've been thinking a lot about the things crossed off my to-do list long before I met my husband to-be—things that have made me a well-rounded, experienced woman ready for a lifetime commitment to another person. After the jump, 20 things every woman should cross off her list before getting married.
Does getting your own place guarantee happiness? One woman finds out.
"It's a little strange here," I wrote in my journal on the first night alone in my new apartment. It was a small concession, wedged between a list of to-do's ("paint my walls," "need lamps…better linen…a new comforter") and things done ("unpacked," "straightened up my files"). The overall sentiment about my new world order? "It is a fairly good feeling."
After cohabitating with three different men, the author declares her right to live alone despite society's pressure to move in. "Ever since I was a small child, I've wondered why people should have to live together. It's wonderful when you want to be together, mind you, but what about when you don't? Doesn't it make more sense to have the option, either way? Sometimes I spend a few days at my boyfriend's house. It is always difficult to leave. It is also always great to come home—at once comforting, liberating, exciting, even. What adventures await me here, in my own place, in the soft white whispers of my own private sanctuary, between my pen and my notebooks and me? There are days I scarcely leave my desk. I don't have to. I don't want to. And that's the end of it.
