Everyone has their breaking point. The moment when your back
breaks under the weight of that very last straw and your nerves shred into tiny
little ribbons. And I have reached that moment in time.
Oh yes, they claim to envy our complication-free lifestyles
and Sunday morning lie-ins uninterrupted by squalling brats. But behind closed
doors, they huddle together with their partners, spouses and significant others
and thank their lucky stars that they are not still ‘out there’.
And yet, they all suffer from a collective amnesia about
what it actually means to be single. Because if they had the slightest
recollection they wouldn’t do and say the things that they do. Would they?
No-one would knowingly be so thoughtless and insensitive, surely? And yet…
So, the next time some loved-up ninny mouth another inanity
about ‘kissing a lot of frogs’ or uses the phrase ‘unless you have children,
you can’t possibly understand’ please visit this blog. I promise that you’ll
find refuge here.
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