I’ve hit the stage now where a lot of my friends have been married a good number of years. 7 seems to be a common number, with lots of people waiting until their early thirties to seal the deal and settle down. It’s when anxiety sort of presents itself and people realize that if they want all the things they think they may want, now is probably the best time. In retrospect I sometimes wish I’d felt a little more pressure in this regard. Until recently. You see, now is the time when a lot of guys that are peripherally in my life: friend’s husbands, guy friends I used to have crushes on or vice versa (now married), guys I dated that sit at the edge of my social media feed, have decided that what they “settled” for is not all that they dreamt it would be. Basically shit got real, and it’s not all sexy times. Duh. And let me tell you, these guys are coming out of the woodwork and back into my orbit…and it’s pissing me off.
I get it, you’re bored. Suck it up buttercup.
The worst was an old friend who always seemed to think we were dating, despite me constantly assuring him that we weren’t. It was all very awkward and I was pretty pleased when he knocked up some gal and they had a shotgun wedding. Posts on their social media depict a very lovely, child-centered life. Lots of valentine’s day wishes to each other and “sigh, ain’t life grand” posts.
Then a couple of weeks back I get a direct message on my social media feed:
Emma, I can’t stop thinking about you and our time together.
Oh boy. I responded with a simple, Nice to hear from you, hope you’re well.
He went on to tell me the he missed me. That his life wasn’t what it was cracked up to be. How he wished things had gone differently. I tried to steer the conversation to all that was good in his life. The things that I covet. The kids. The house. The seemingly established adult life.
He isn’t buying. Kids change your whole life. I love my kids, don’t get me wrong. But I probably wouldn’t have them if things went a different way. You’re so lucky Emma. You still have your freedom and independence. I’d totally trade my life for your life.
Now this part pisses me off. I mean sure, I have some freedom and independence. But who’s to say that’s what I want. Pushing this narrative on me of things somehow being better, when there are so many things I wish were different, just feels inconsiderate.
Another recent incident got me raging. I was at a friend’s birthday, and at the end of the night her (very drunk) husband cornered me and told me that I was looking really good. Reeeeeaaaaallllly good. while giving me what I can only describe as (very drunk) bedroom eyes. It was the creepiest. Now if you’re opening up your marriage…that’s one thing. Awkward but it’s a whole thing that is acceptable to a lot of people. But this whole wandering-eye, seven-year-itch reach-out is just gross.
Stop messing with my head!
And unkind. Because you know what. It messes me up. For one, it makes me even less likely to ever want to really choose anyone, because I see the seedy other side. Two, it makes me feel like some second-string reject. It diminishes my value and almost makes me feel like a tawdry hidden thing, not worthy of the main event. It kills my trust in anyone, making it even harder for me to date.
Oh and the kids thing. No single woman who thought she wanted kids wants to hear from you that you regret it. Especially not when it’s followed by “but they really are the best thing that ever happened to me!” The same guy above who complained about missing the single life and suggesting that I might be better off without kids, had the nerve, and pure stupidity really, to send me a video of him with his son giggling saying “this is my why.” Are you kidding me? Were you absent in the conversation just last week where I told you that I was sad about not having kids and you told me I was better off? Get a clue Mr.! (And that’s me being polite)
So married or otherwise-involved dudes. Stop f%$king hitting on me, complaining about your life, telling me you wish it had been me, hinting that if I wanted some tawdry affair it is available to me. I don’t want any of it. Get a therapist. Deal with your issues. But stop knocking on my door. Seriously.
Perspective shift
I guess if I could just get over this anger for a hot minute and look at it from a different angle I would maybe be flattered that I’m still thought of? That I chose a life without them, instead of the opposite, and that I’m pretty happy overall. There is so much that is good of course in any situation, and the things that aren’t perfect. Again, life. I’ll try that thought choice for a bit.
The wedding is this weekend so I’ll report to you from the other side. No date for me which is almost better…then I can disappear for a bathroom sob, or kill it on the dance floor as the ultimate single gal to envy without someone I barely know staring at his water glass at an empty table.
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