Day Four: I Sing "Oh Canada" with a Cute Toddler

Today is Remembrance Day.  As usual, I teared up during the "Pittance of Time" video.  I also sang the National Anthem with a very cute toddler who definitely stole the show.  Very kissy cheeks.  It reminded me of the fact that there is stuff in my life that has value.  Stuff that is totally seperate from dating or boyfriends or any of it.   And this is a good thing.  I am a whole person and I don't need a man in my life to validate my existance.  I don't.  I am educated, talented, funny, beautiful, smart, and incredibly humble, obviously.  Why do I think I need a man in my life to feel whole? I blame society for this.  One hundred percent.   Why should single women feel LESS than women who have husbands or boyfriends? Because, realistically, at least 65% of those women are miserable in their relationships and desperately want out.  Am I wrong, here?  I think this is why attached women love to put single women down, especially single women who have left their marriages or relationships.  It is because they are jealous.  They are jealous because THEY want to be single, too.  They want to get away from their partners, but they are too afraid, or nervous, or brainwashed to do it.  They can't imagine that it is even possible to leave their partners.  I know this, because I used to be just like them.  I couldn't fathom leaving my marriage.  For years it seemed competely out of the question.  I remember it clearly.  I just don't really remember why it is that I was so convinced of this.  I mean, I was raised Catholic, but I certainly don't buy into the whole culty doctrine of it.  It just seemed to me that being divorced would somehow ruin my life.  And it is sad because I know that there are a lot of women out there who stay in horrible relationships for exaxtly that reason.  And that just sucks.

So, today I'm going to remember who I am.  Who I really am.  Who I used to be, who I wanted to be, and who I actually am now.  And I'm going to remind myself that who I am has absolutely nothing to do with any man.  Well, maybe my father, my uncle Bert, and possibly Popeye.  Apparently I wanted to marry him when I grew up.  That might explain my fondness for spinach.