I enjoyed the honesty of this interview; once again, it’s nice to hear a dude’s perspective on coming to terms with the single and childless life:
As the single and childless life gets more attention in the mainstream media, I’ve noticed that a number of blogs I used to enjoy reading on those subjects have gone quiet: The Plankton; Single and Thirtysomething; Sex, Lies and Dating in the City. Some that are still going strong: The NotMom; Living Single; Editrix Abby; Life Without Baby.
Please share in the comments section if you know of some more good ones.
This past weekend I spent some time with the non-relationship guy. He came to a show with me, but I turned him down in terms of hanging out afterwards. I felt a bit bad about it, as I know he’s lonely, but my health and sanity has started to take precedence.
He was never able to commit to a relationship and, as he continues to pursue his dream of working in the entertainment industry without success, he has a lot more free time on his hands. I, on the other hand, am tired. I’m a few years older, working in a job that’s tougher than my last one in terms of responsibility. I’ve just been through two moves. I feel more pressure than he does to look nice, keep a clean apartment, and exercise and cook.
I can’t continue to live like this and expect nothing from the men I’m seeing in terms of help or commitment.
That year, seven of my girlfriends were expecting babies.
Although the biology was simple, falling pregnant seemed like life’s greatest mystery.
“Why does it happen to everyone else but not me?” I asked my mother, who had never put any pressure on me to settle down.
She was proud of the life I had created.
“Perhaps it’s just not your destiny,” she replied philosophically. “Maybe you’ve got a different purpose in life, like writing your books.”
“I probably had 12 kids in my last life and need a break!” I joked, despite the fact that a deep sadness was starting to settle over me.
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