I've been divorced 10 years now and still have no desire to be in a "serious" relationship.
I'd love to be committed to someone, but I don't like what being in a relationship means.
I want my own space and I don't want to feel guilty because I still enjoy time/space to myself.
I don't want to feel bad for the amount of sex I enjoy. I got so tired of partners acting like I was a cheater or using them.
I like being close and quiet. I don't want to be emotionally dumped on over every little slight in life. Explained every excruciating detail then expected to do the same while being tuned out.
Really, I don't understand relationships.
I don't understand the expectations and I don't want to be responsible for someone else's happiness. I would like to contribute to it, not be the entire supply.
I don't understand the fickle, noncommutative or excruciatingly communicative ups and downs, lefts, rights, backwards and upside down-ness of shared daily life with someone.
The constant decision making for and comforting of another adult when my twelve year old is more self regulated.
The games that hurt. On purpose.
I don't like all that comes with relationships, so I avoid them.
Maybe one day I'll meet someone like me. Who doesn't need to be enmeshed and do everything just right. Someone I don't lose my identity with, but we support each other in side-by-side individual growth. Someone that holds me and fucks me like a goddess, but doesn't expect to be fed and fart in my bed.
I'm not the giver I used to be.
I'm the coexister that loves to breathe and give breath.
Mutually obsessed, writing poetry for each other, without the begging and pulling of need.
I don't ever count on finding love again. I don't seek. But I leave myself open to the infinite possibilities.
I want my own space and I don't want to feel guilty because I still enjoy time/space to myself.
I don't want to feel bad for the amount of sex I enjoy. I got so tired of partners acting like I was a cheater or using them.
I like being close and quiet. I don't want to be emotionally dumped on over every little slight in life. Explained every excruciating detail then expected to do the same while being tuned out.
Really, I don't understand relationships.
I don't understand the expectations and I don't want to be responsible for someone else's happiness. I would like to contribute to it, not be the entire supply.
I don't understand the fickle, noncommutative or excruciatingly communicative ups and downs, lefts, rights, backwards and upside down-ness of shared daily life with someone.
The constant decision making for and comforting of another adult when my twelve year old is more self regulated.
The games that hurt. On purpose.
I don't like all that comes with relationships, so I avoid them.
Maybe one day I'll meet someone like me. Who doesn't need to be enmeshed and do everything just right. Someone I don't lose my identity with, but we support each other in side-by-side individual growth. Someone that holds me and fucks me like a goddess, but doesn't expect to be fed and fart in my bed.
I'm not the giver I used to be.
I'm the coexister that loves to breathe and give breath.
Mutually obsessed, writing poetry for each other, without the begging and pulling of need.
I don't ever count on finding love again. I don't seek. But I leave myself open to the infinite possibilities.











