On Sunday, I trekked to the fancy neighborhood of Brentwood for a baby shower of a family friend. I was initially opposed to going, but realized that being hard-nosed about a joyous celebration was bordering on rude. It turned out to be a fine afternoon. The party took place in a lovely, manicured home, and the gracious hosts served a delicious Chinese chicken salad and lavender cupcakes. As I returned to my car, well fed and well versed in tummy time, I imagined all the denizens in the surrounding streets as attractive with perfect spouses and bountiful family lives. And my world, by comparison, seemed a little gray. The feeling of envy lingered for hours. But by next morning, I came to my senses, and kissed my sweet urban, single life smack on the mouth.
Ya!!!! It is really hard when you see other people enjoying their family lives and realize how alone we are left by the cruelty of fate.
For you, it’s a question of fate?
I spent the day painting my stairs, and although it might be nice, occasionally, to have someone to help me with some of my home renovations, large and small, I cherish the freedom I have. I can do anything I want to do in my home, and I get to enjoy my space in a much different way than I was able to when I was married. I’ve even made a special shelf for my cosmetics in the dining room! Never would have done that when I was sharing my house, would have seemed a bit “girly”. No apologies, I’m a woman who enjoys her cosmetics!