Being single at 43 is both a boon and a bane. Let me tell you why……
Most often friends, colleagues and acquiantances fly to me when they need a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear, a helping hand to an errand, a company in case an emergency arises, I am an angel anytime, anywhere. Even when I was sick and had my chemotherapy, friends still wish to talk so they can reveal their innermost fears in life because I am always available.
That is not the case in some circumstances though. I hear people who know me and those who claim they know me drawing controversial conclusions why I still remain unattached at this stage. They think I am idealistic, monastic, man hater, gold digger, a lesbian, blah, blah, blah…I must admit, I dont laugh these assessment all the time especially the last one but what can I do? I simply can’t change my circumstance to please others.
So I just shrug my shoulders of all the wild accusations and wish I were somewhere else where people don’t mind what state of life I am in. I don’t think there’s something wrong with the male species if they don’t find me worth taking because I don’t see anything wrong with me not choosing anyone of them even up to this age.
Of course I long for a partner as there are some days and some nights that I really feel lonely because I am alone but then I think of a wife and a mother, or a husband and a father who is equally lonely as I am because of an unfaithful partner. I think that puts me in a better position. I still wish of a possible partner. I swear, I still do. I am done away with a frog turning into a prince story but I pray my prince won’t turn into a frog! I earnestly pray for a partner who is stronger than me. Someone who knows how to laugh amidst great srtifes in life. Someone who accepts my ailment, someone who knows how to weep hard but stays tough whenever I go ahead. Someone who loves me like I am the only one but who is ready to love another one when I am already gone.
The best part of being single at 43 is you don’t give up dreaming and dreaming