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Hanging Out With Dragons
I am The Too Much Woman. You know who that is, right? She’s the woman with a mind of her own. She’s a woman who does not even try to fit into anyone else’s box or vision of The Perfect Woman. She is independent. She is fearless. She is me.
I write this a couple of months after my longest post-divorce relationship came to an end. The only reason it lasted as long as it did was because the male in the equation hadn’t found someone else who was more like said Perfect Woman. I was always a placeholder — until I wasn’t. Once he found this magical, Perfect Woman — he discarded me with prejudice.
In truth, I grieved the loss of this relationship. He had been my best friend for over five years. I had no idea that the end would play out like it did and it took me a bit to gather myself back up after the shock. But, in sorting through my various emotions about the breakup, I found that at my core — I was relieved.
Five years ago, I enjoyed being single. I’ve included a piece I wrote about that experience so long ago to remind myself of All. The. Things. that are wonderful and true about being single.
