I'm going to caveat this post by stating: I love my almost 2-year-old son more than life itself; I love my husband; I love my dog; and I love the life we all share together. But I'm just going to come out and say it: Sometimes I miss my single life.
Managing a career, a marriage, and kids is stressful, no doubt about it. But I feel judged when I go beyond the typical lament involving a crying baby to voicing my actual disdain for my now very routine days. There are times when I longingly think back to my former life and sigh, not because I want to give everything up that I have now, but because I took for granted how delightfully simple my single life was-when major concerns gravitated around paying my rent and purchasing a new pair of shoes. Back when I would get upset over a failed first date because all I wanted to do was find "The One," get married, start a family, and have a purpose greater than myself.
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