This morning I woke (alone as usual) and while I would love to be loved and share my life with someone I am content today. I have a whole weekend ahead with no plans. Six weeks ago that would have terrified me but today I have been lying in bed thinking of all the things I would like to do and there are so many. Being alone means I don't have anyone else to consider. I can cram a million things into my day or I could lie on the couch. No one would know. No one would care. Either way I can do exactly as I please.
While there are a million reasons why I want a sexy man in my life I am not willing to settle for someone who won't treat me well. I'd rather be alone than have the actions (or in actions) of another affect my happiness. Until such time as I am fully comfortable in my own skin I am better off alone. Otherwise I am likely to fall for another arsehole.
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