I love freedom. I love being single. The price of security – living free and clear with the elderly – is freedom itself.
The other day I was walking and talking with Theresa. I admitted to her that I love the thrill of being single, the flirting with both single and married men and the high of being truly free to come and go – like Mike – cheat on the significant other of an on-and-off relationship. It’s a paternal trait – we like to have the sense of security with someone who is willing to be there for us after the multiple affairs don’t work out.
But she mentioned that people mostly stay together as a couple. I was thinking – whatever! She is already “happily married” and has three teenage girls with Americanized attitudes. The way she and Mike admitted to having children as “challenges” makes me cringe. I don’t know if I could ever have children, let alone take care or adopt ones that are not my own. Yuch! I’m running away! Waaahhh!
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