Sometimes, I don't like being single.
Not all of the time, and apparently not enough to really do anything about it, but sometimes, I miss not having someone.
The moments are fleeting but they happen.
Most of the time, I prefer being single. I've come to enjoy not answering to anyone, not having to confer with anyone else before I make plans. I relish the independence being single creates.
I lavish love on my children and on my little grandson. All the emotion and care and cuddling and snuggling I might share with a partner, I devote to them.
Most of the time, it's enough.
Sometimes, it's not.
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