Sometimes I wonder how I got here. I don’t have amnesia, so I guess that technically I know how I got here. It’s just that I never imagined myself to be in my late twenties and still be both single and childless.
I think that the main culprit has been time and how quickly it passes. Oh, but there are other culprit’s like X, who put a serious kink in my marrying/babying plans when he broke up with me. Since that break up, I am pretty sure that I have been my own biggest wrongdoer. I have required so much time to get over X and then I have gotten so used to myself and my alone time that I have a hard time letting new people into my life much further than a date or two. And, I have continually chosen to spend my time with guys that I know (at least deep down) are wrong for me.
So here I am. Most days I think this is an okay place to be, but it still comes as a bit of a surprise when I think of the life that my little girl self imagined.
