I've been away for a couple of days with work.
There were 12 people at the conference. I was the only one not married. It shouldn't matter - in fact, it didn't matter - to them anyway. But it mattered to me.
The fact is, I HATE that..I hate being the only one. I hate it when someone, when hearing the ages of my children asked ''what does your husband do''. I never know how to respond. I don't have a husband is going to make the other person feel more uncomfortable. I'm divorced/separated/single sounds a bit too much informationish. To state his profession, therefore by implication saying I actually have one, seems dishonest.
I've done plenty of hours ön the couch'' about this stuff. I'm mostly reconciled to how life is. I have a few stock answers. And sometimes I unfortunately share (way way way) too much information about myself too early on. Got to work on that....
I'm not saying I want to be married. I'm not saying I want to be reconciled. I'm just saying...sometimes I hate feeling like the one who's different.