Conversations With God's Gift

Seems my topic subject has sparked a few debates out on other websites - somehow, one of my articles was listed and a link to it was added, and suddenly, all this e-mail came in from angry men. Men who, when commenting on my subject topic here at the Suite, thought that Single Urban Women were useless - that we were pathetic. Oh, and that if we were smart, we would grab a man while we were young, before it was too late - in other words, before we were old and none of them wanted us.

After wasting much time and energy trying to defend my stance - that is perfectly all right to choose to be single, whether for now or for always - I gave up. And realized something. If a successful, attractive, independent woman is a threat to a man because she doesn't NEED him, then maybe I should just chuck it all. You know, sell the house, doll myself up, go out prowling for some guy to take care of me. Marry him, have his children, become a shadow of my former self. Perhaps I should forget that I am happy as I am, leave all my opinions and strengths behind, and become this plastic person - that way, I can snag myself a husband, because God knows, I am running out of time! I'm already "old" by their definitions. God forbid I should stay this way - it's not normal, it isn't natural. I need a husband!

Oh whatever. I had a husband. In fact, I've had two. I was young when I "snagged" them - too young to appreciate how wonderful it has been on my own, because I went straight from mom and dad's to the first one. And desperate to not be alone again after my first divorce, I threw myself into relationships that now, quite frankly, would have never happened. Then comes Mistake Number Two.

I lived in the hell of a relationship that shouldn't have ever happened, lived with emotional abuse for eighteen long months. Something inside me finally broke free - I saw an out and took it, and I have never looked back. Leaving that second marriage was the best thing (well, one of the best things) I have ever done. Sure, it was scary - I'd have to make do with one income (and not much of one at that) instead of two. Sure, I would have to start dating again eventually. And I was "old" - twenty-seven!!! No one would ever want me again!

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