I Finally Don’t Need a Man To Be Happy

For years I have thought “If only I could meet my soul mate”. I think we all singles have thought this. “If only I could meet “the one” I have thought so many times.

Now that I am in my fifties I have finally realized that happiness comes from within. Yes, life is better with a companion, a partner in crime, a best friend to share life with. But I am at the point where if doesn’t happen I won’t die.

I have realized my worth and don’t feel desperate to meet “the one”. After so many disappointments and heart break and being mistreated, I finally understand that happiness is a choice and no one can fill a void if I am not my own complete person and have learned to enjoy my own company.

As Marilyn Monroe put it so well, “I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.” And there it is, if you can’t handle me at my worst, you sure as hell don’t deserve my best.