Someone assumed today that my life is less complicated now that I am not married.

Marriage wasn’t complicated. It was really easy, I could see my friends, play the little wife, have someone to go on hols with. It was nice.

There were cracks under the surface however. it didn’t take much to expose them. It just had to end because he turned out not to be a very honest person. We both had our faults and we both made the situation complicated.

Anyway, everything costs more because I am classed as single. You pay supplements for holidays (so you don’t want to go away as much).

As I am older, my few girlfriends are getting paired up and it is getting harder to find play pals. Everything takes planning. Luckily I don’t mind doing stuff alone. I am a loner at heart!

If I ended up an old maid I would still have had a good life and enjoyed it for the most part. Even the depressive times have been interesting as I discovered a creative side I never even knew I had. I write a lot, make things, bake…it is a strange but interesting time.

But back to the subject of marriage… No, it wasn’t complicated. I liked it and I wouldn’t rule it out again with a certain somebody