In the kitchen.
You already know where this story is headed, right? If you’re a single women over 40, it’s safe to assume you too have a tale of woe on a Christmas night.
Sitting on the floor.
(Next to the fridge.)
Single and 40+ is a special kind of torture when you don’t like either one. I handled turning 40 worse than anyone in human history. Almost solely because I was single. I was easy prey for the culture vultures shrieking, “There is something wrong with old unmarried you.”
When the nightly news proclaims that you have a problem, you believe it. “Only married people are happy,” we see in print and on-line, and everywhere we look– who wouldn’t believe it?
Back to the Christmas story. You’ll hear what put me on the floor another time. For now, cut to the climax:
Picture a full-on, rom-com cliché:
I literally picked myself up, dusted myself off and announced to the dogs, “I am done. I am sick of feeling like shit about myself because I am not married. I’m tired of wondering what is wrong with me. I am pretty great and my life is better than anyone I know and other people should be jealous! I am done.”
And now, neither do I.