with my blogging, and now it's been almost a month since my last post. Ah well, life has been happening.
After an interesting visit last night I did a lot of tossing and turning, which led to a of thinking this morning. For good and bad reasons and in good and bad ways, I am and have always been pretty independent minded. I guess the extent to which that is true is magnified now that I live alone. I try not to/don't need anything from anyone and I see now how that has contributed to the failure of relationships.
My relationships that have lasted, friendships, have been with people, who like me, don't need a lot. I think people (read:men) need to feel needed, and I never want to be needy and therein lies the disconnect. Growing up with a single mom, even though my dad was around, she did it all and unknowingly taught me to do the same. So while I desire a relationship, and eventually a husband and possibly kids, they would compliment rather than be a necessary supplement to my life. And I guess that's not enough for A LOT of men. And that's okay. All I need is one.
