Tell me something that's good about being single

You learn very quickly that laundering expensive bras is not the same as your ragged T-shirts from the '90s. I have a special sack I'm supposed to put the stuff in.

 

Or ... maybe your SO quickly gets the idea that other household duties are more up your alley.

That's where I happily fell.

 

I'm happy to do laundry. Just want it kept simple.

 

Yeah, but if you wash bras all roughlike, you get a piece of metal that bursts out the side and pokes you in your breast/armpit.

T-shirts, not that danger.

Respect the fact we have METAL IN OUR UNDERTHINGS.

 

We have a system. Anything of mine that needs special handling goes into a separate basket and I take care of it. Everything else goes into the hamper. He hauls the stuff to the basement and does the washer/dryer thing. I fold it when he brings it back up.

It's the division of labour that makes a partnership work.

PS: And ijag, my bras cost over $100 each. They do NOT go in a machine.

 

Traded your other one in?

 

Let's just say that once you're above the D's, there's German engineering involved.

 

I remember when all I wanted in life was to be above the D's.

Or below them.

 

I am just the opposite. My wife doesn't care about her pants, tank tops or other laundry. My dress/work shirts get laundered only be me, given the cold water/hang dry treatment.

 

It's been 14 months now since my wife decided to walk out of our marriage. I won't bore with details, but I still don't know exactly why the decision was made and probably never will. Anyway, I spent a good 3 months sorting everything out in my head (and hers). I did what I could to see if there was a way to reconcile. My opinion, not enough effort was made to make it work.

For about 9 months, I was completely selfish. I did what I wanted, when I wanted. I went on weekend trips. I visited friends. I rarely stayed home alone, as that was when sadness set in (although I did buy the NHL Center Ice package, which made a lot of that time better).

In the past two months, I have truly realized that I don't like being single. I like parts of it, for sure. But there is something special about having someone to share your life with. I enjoy being able to talk about my day. I like going to dinner with someone. I like cooking dinner for someone. Christ, I actually MISS separating the little bra sack from the rest of the wash and hanging all of the little delicates and non-dryables on the drying rack. I miss being in a relationship. I'm ready to start seeking out the right person. I think I've gotten all the "good to be single" stuff out of my system. Now, dating/flirting/meeting people isn't coming along easily, but I'm hoping that will soon change. Still have to finalize the divorce, and once that happens I think I'll be much better off.

I'm not sure if what I said there helps MC, but it was good to say it all.