It’s been two years since I broke up with my high school boyfriend of almost four years. I broke up with him because I knew I didn’t want to marry him, which he would have asked after college, and he was afraid I would get an internship and leave him behind in Ohio. I would have done that too, after all I’m moving to Columbus for my job. Last year I didn’t want to have a boyfriend. I enjoy being single and indpendent and having a drama-free life. I also knew it would be easier to go wherever I wanted to go if I wasn’t tied down to anyone after graduation.
But single life has it’s downsides and there are certain aspects of relationships that I miss. I miss being able to talk to someone about anything and at anytime. I miss cuddling and hugs and affection. I miss having someone there to come home to.
But there are some things I don’t want to give up; mostly my independence. If someone starts to suffocate me, I run and I hate it. I want to be able to have a nice balance where I can still be independent, doing the things I like to do on my own.
All of my coworkers are engaged, married, or widowed. I am the youngest and the only one who’s single. Granted, one is a year older and another is two so there isn’t much difference but those two are engaged. This is difficult too because they are focused on the next step in their lives: marriage. I don’t understand why everyone is getting married at 25 and younger and having kids. But I do know that I’m not ready for that. So, for now, I will be single and enjoy it the best I can.
