{"id":1300,"date":"2022-08-19T19:34:28","date_gmt":"2022-08-19T23:34:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/grownwomanflow.com\/?p=1300"},"modified":"2022-08-19T19:34:31","modified_gmt":"2022-08-19T23:34:31","slug":"embracing-my-dollar-bill","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/grownwomanflow.com\/index.php\/2022\/08\/19\/embracing-my-dollar-bill\/","title":{"rendered":"Embracing my dollar bill"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Hey, my Lovelies! I\u2019m sure you\u2019re all aware that I\u2019m dollar bill single as I feel as though I\u2019m always using that term but the truth of the matter is, I\u2019ve not always truly embraced all that phrase embodies. While it\u2019s true I\u2019ve been single a while, much longer than is comfortable for my mother at this point, I was faking the funk of being happy about it. I believe the mask of happiness I wore was due to finally being free of the toxic situation I got out of to proudly say I was happily divorced but, was I really happy as a single person after having been a part of a couple for over a decade? <\/p>\n\n\n

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If I\u2019m being honest, no as I\u2019ve always considered myself as a companion type of person, someone who functions better in a committed relationship than solo dolo but soul searching and healing has truly changed that perspective for the better for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If it were 15 \u2013 20 years ago, the conversations between my sister and I would be in a 180 position as she was once the eternally single person while I was married Susie Homemaker raising the two little girls I prayed my whole life for. But, it\u2019s not almost 2 decades ago and a lot has changed within that time and me, I\u2019m now the single sister adjusting to being an empty nester while looking like the crazy cat lady while she\u2019s enjoying marital bliss raising a fat, aging Chihuahua and mixed breed puppy who thinks she\u2019s human. Unlike some divorcees, I am not bitter nor opposed to getting married again, I just know to make much better choices the next time around because the first time I was young and stupid with the belief he was my only chance of getting married.<\/p>\n\n\n

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There are pros and cons to being single as well as being married but, right now, I\u2019m reveling in the perks of singlehood. When you\u2019re single, if you want to walk around looking like death run over for 4 days straight without hearing moans of disgust, you can as the only person you scare is yourself when you walk by a mirror. I have the luxury of choosing when I want to go to bed and if I want to use half of it for decorative pillows and snacks with my cats being in heaven because the end of the bed is their domain. I have the privilege of watching whatever I want on TV, all remotes are mine and mine alone to control how and when I choose. I have the honor of drinking my dinner if I so choose without hearing \u201cWhat\u2019s for dinner?\u201d<\/em> and being expected to eat or cook. I\u2019m not even going to start on the amount of closet space you have for your clothes, shoes, purses, and other accessories as this may be the downfall when I get into a committed relationship and he\u2019s forced to use the closet in another room for his belongings. <\/p>\n\n\n

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And, speaking of clothes and shoes, you don\u2019t have to hear anyone\u2019s mouth when the daily Amazon\u00ae packages show up at the door with your necessities. This next pro is one my sister will wholeheartedly agree with: when you\u2019re single, you don\u2019t have to share your snacks. When I wake up, my home looks as it did when I went to sleep, I don’t have to clean up behind someone who’s horrible aim never seems to get their draws in the hamper or who possesses the inability to put a dish in the dishwasher.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The cons of being single are that you don\u2019t have someone to snuggle with and binge watch shows on any given weekend. When you\u2019re single and have a bad day, you don\u2019t have anyone to come home and complain to and have them comfort you to make you forget about the shitty people you work with. Sex! Unless you\u2019re doling it out like Halloween candy to anyone who looks your way, you\u2019re not getting it on a regular basis or at least have the option laying in bed next to you nightly. There are no date-nights or couple\u2019s events to attend as you\u2019re not a part of a couple. While there may be cons to being single, they don\u2019t outweigh the amount of peace I\u2019ve gained from not having someone irritate and stress me out over petty shit.<\/p>\n\n\n

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In communicating and getting to know other single people, I\u2019m learning there\u2019s a difference in those who\u2019ve been married\/in long term committed relationships and those who\u2019ve never been truly committed. Those who\u2019ve always been single have a different understanding on what a boundary is and how to institute it. As someone who has been married, I don\u2019t have inappropriate conversations with someone else\u2019s spouse as I damn sure wouldn\u2019t have that same conversation if their spouse were standing there which means it\u2019s never okay, I <\/strong>understand that but have learned others don\u2019t. <\/p>\n\n\n

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I also know what it means to respect your partner when it comes to members of the opposite sex. I\u2019ve nothing against my Boo having female friends as long as there are boundaries in place and he respects them as well as ensuring they are respected by others. I have met a couple of people who believe that their \u2018friends\u2019 can behave as they\u2019d like because their partner isn\u2019t there to see it which is equivalent to What they don\u2019t know won\u2019t kill them<\/em> and that\u2019s a different level of disrespect and disloyalty that I don\u2019t have time to deal with. I need to be with someone who respects me and us more when I\u2019m not around and not believe that because I don\u2019t see it, it\u2019s fine because everything done in the dark comes to light and then I\u2019m picking up the pieces of my broken heart yet again due to someone else’s inconsideration. \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n

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While I\u2019m not opposed to one, I am no longer seeking a relationship just not to be alone as I\u2019m good being single as I\u2019m enjoying my peace and not having to deal with someone\u2019s unhealed, mentally juvenile son disrupting it with their toxicity. I am no longer willing to deal with the responsibility of putting my heart back together after some raggedy ass dude claimed he was ready and realized he wasn\u2019t worthy of all I am and have to offer. I will own with every fiber of my being that I am a lot, my parents raised me with a certain set of standards I will not compromise on as I\u2019ve compromised in the past and looked like Boo-Boo the Fool crying over some dusty ass dude who wasn\u2019t worthy of all I am and have to offer. <\/p>\n\n\n

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I also expect a lot but will never expect what I am not willing to give and too many people don\u2019t live by that same principle. There are many who are a lot to handle and require even more of their partner without an even give and take, my life doesn\u2019t work that way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There are a lot of singles who turn to dating sites to find their partner but that is not me as I watched too much Catfish\u00ae to risk wearing that orange jumpsuit because someone lied. The number of online dating horror stories I hear and know people are still running to them for salvation and companionship only to constantly get disappointed with the realization most of these sites are filled with people only looking to hook up, no one on there is truly looking for their life partner, just a way to get their dang-a-lang\/kitty cat wet. I believe that most people go on there with the hopes of finding something real but that\u2019s, unfortunately, not the society we live in anymore, too many are all about self with no consideration to the damage they are causing others by lying just to get laid or play another person, y\u2019all can keep that bullshit.<\/p>\n\n\n

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If you are happily married, I am happy for you but if you are in a marriage where you feel lonely more than connected and loved, I weep for you. Having the ability to take the time to heal from past situations, I no longer feel like a failure because I\u2019m single, I now feel like a warrior because I have survived and continue to thrive on my own without settling for a lackluster situation just not to be alone.\u00a0 A few years ago, once I’d begun to heal, my mother saw a selfie I took and commented on my smile, stating it was different and I replied, \u201cThe smile you were used to wasn’t because I was happy, it was because a picture was being taken. The smile you see here is the peace I didn\u2019t have for so long<\/em>\u201d. And, truth be told, the smile I currently display is different than 3 years ago as I’m rid of toxic situations which were, unbeknownst to me at the time, suffocating my authentic self.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The most important thing you have to understand is that being single is not a sin nor punishment, it\u2019s a blessing but it\u2019s up to you to see the opportunities within it to appreciate all it has to offer. Once you are okay with being single, your standards and tolerance of what you will accept will be raised and you won\u2019t tolerate anyone lower than that bar to disturb your peace. \u00a0Be great, my Lovelies!\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n

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Hey, my Lovelies! I\u2019m sure you\u2019re all aware that I\u2019m dollar bill single as I feel as though I\u2019m always using that term but the truth of the matter is, I\u2019ve not always truly embraced all that phrase embodies. While it\u2019s true I\u2019ve been single a while, much longer than is comfortable for my mother … Continue reading “Embracing my dollar bill”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1314,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1300","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7va7x-kY","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/grownwomanflow.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/08\/Single-quote-1-e1660950615608.jpg?fit=300%2C361&ssl=1","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/grownwomanflow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1300","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/grownwomanflow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/grownwomanflow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/grownwomanflow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/grownwomanflow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1300"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/grownwomanflow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1300\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1318,"href":"https:\/\/grownwomanflow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1300\/revisions\/1318"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/grownwomanflow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1314"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/grownwomanflow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1300"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/grownwomanflow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1300"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/grownwomanflow.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1300"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}