Retirement.
The men I’ve most encountered can’t aim because they miss. They say I’m hard to handle because I refuse to clean their piss. They act like helpless babies: they need me to keep them warm & fed. I’m not sorry when I say that I wouldn’t care if they were dead. I’m a mother and I’ve been thriving on my own without a man. So far they've only blessed me with regrets and lies and traps. I have been inspired to retire from men forever — they ain’t shit!
I’ve learned that when I’m not dating anyone I am the happiest.
At my age it seems all the single men are either abusive, mentally unstable, secretly in a relationship, or emotionally unavailable. I regret marrying young. I gave my undeserving ex husband my best years. Nothing can be done about that now except accept my fate: I had my chance at marriage and it failed. My fate has been determined and I’m content with settling down on my own, just me and my kid.
I’m tired of filing police reports because I wasn’t aware the man I was catching feelings for was secretly embodying his best Ted Bundy. I’m tired of being proven naive & gullible every time I believe a man when he says I’m the only woman he’s been dating. I’m tired of learning that my standards will keep me both safe and alone. I’ve decided to expedite the process and retire young for good.
I don’t want it if it’s stressful. I’ve worked long and hard to build a life I don’t want to run from. If you aren’t adding joy, then you may subtract yourself from my life.
With love, Adrienne Dianne.