What a weekend, kids! I spent my Easter weekend in my hometown and oddly enough it seemed like every single one of my friends procreated whilst I was away. Instead of going out and having fun with my old girlfriends, we were confined to our quarters to change diapers and endure baby cries. And everywhere I turned: Happy couples!
A dear friend of mine clued me in on how she experienced her very first pregnancy depression and her deep bond with her baby. Admittedly, I did ask but what about other topics? Max, the baby, cried and pooped all over the place, leaving us less to no time for girl-on-girl-talk. Even my grandma came out and pestered me on when I’ll be gifting her with grand-children. I told her that it wasn’t my time yet but I thought to myself, is there even a right time?
Everyone seemed so happy and in love, which left me alone and unloved, although my horoscope did promise me Prince Charming, who never actually came. I felt like the third wheel during our brunch date, whilst Ella and Timo shared affectionate glances and words. Meanwhile Tanja and Marco told me for the millionth time about their perfect wedding down in Portugal. And Tina, she expected her second baby from Richard and still was as happy as she was on their first day. Whilst the happy couples talked, I glanced around Fred’s and Marianne’s apartment and saw nothing but Easter eggs and bunnies that screamed REPRODUCTION. I never felt so left out. As an unmarried woman of 30 years, people tend to give you sympathetic glances. I for one am happy with what I have and where I stand. But little by little I asked myself if something wasn’t right with me.
After leaving my friends behind I got a phone call from Ella. She just found out that Timo had an affair with Tina. The child in her belly? Most likely not from Richard after all. Even Marco and Tanja seemed to have their problems and Mariane and Fred haven’t had sex for 6 months now. Wow! Too much information, guys. But I have to admit that I could barely contain a little smile because I realized that I didn’t have to face all that stress.
I am single, free and happy without a broken heart. I can go out whenever I want and with whomever I want. Cheers to being Single!
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