I just turned 40. And I’m still single. The last two years haven’t exactly been conducive to finding the ideal mate but I’m wondering if I should be worrying? I’m not, but I’m wondering if I should be?
Because I show up to the few gatherings sanctioned by the Department of Health and my married friends and I endure the usual looks and questions and it gets boring.
I’m happy. My biological clock seems to have stopped ticking for me and I don’t feel driven to run to the altar with the first person who knows how to salsa dance and can put up with the occasional mood swing.
Apparently I’m not alone. More people appear content with staying single. Fewer are having children and when they do they’re having fewer children. More are leaving the church and traditional marriage is giving way to partnerships determined by work – with the stereotypical role of the male as primary breadwinner slowly fading away.
My remaining parent (another lesson I learned early on – nothing is “forever”) pinches my cheek and says to do what makes me happy. So I do. And so far that is working because I am content. But I have to wonder if others out there feel the same.
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