I don't date. I don't even consider it. I shove my FIVE kids in everyone's face, just to be sure. My protection against ever getting hurt again. But I hurt anyway. Just a different kind.
I'm tired. Frustrated. Stranded. Isolated. I know I have lots of friends. And family. But it's not the same thing. I miss companionship. Having a buddy, someone who was in this with me, for better or worse. Someone to help carry the burden and worry. Not that I necessarily had that with my past husbands. It was missing then too. I envy my friends who have found that. Why couldn't I? How did I get is all so very wrong?
Who's bringing the cake to my pity party?
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1 Leavin' me some love!:
I know it has to be really hard to be single during the holidays. I can imagine and I feel for you! It's so hard being a mom because your energy is already taken by 5 very precious time sucks. My 3 suck all my time away---I can only imagine 5! And a full time job that makes you work more than full time? I think it's easy to figure out why you aren't all that worried about dressing up and sitting down for dinner with a strange guy your girlfriends insist you should meet. Dating is probably the furthest from your mind on a constant basis!
But at the same time, I want to see you happy SOOOOO BADLY and I know Mr. Almost Perfect is out there somewhere. I know he is because you're terrific (funny, sweet, smart) and I know you're meant to be happy. So, maybe you should consider pushing aside the mommy you sometimes and going out. You deserve to be happy too, Tiffany.
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