As I pack to move I think about being single in a world I once knew as a couple. I think that searching and believing in a soul mate can be dysfunctional and can compound loneliness. First I need to find myself and be at peace with who I am. Then and only then would I ever want to step out into the couple world.
It’s a myth to find a perfect mate. He does not exist and if he did I wouldn’t be able to stand him. I wouldn’t want a man to be too good because that would only show up my own faults. I would want a man with all his faults that loved me with all mine. That was the way it was and I would never want less then what I had.