Reading through my facebook profile I noticed a funny thing: there is a tiny heart and word ‘single’ next to it. Heart. Single.
I understand what it means, I am not that daft. However, what I am getting at is the fact that it is either my heart is single or I only have one heart or… I am getting daft by the minute.
I am single. Really? Am I? It’s a question and a half. I have my daughter with me 24/7. I have my parents as well. I have my house, my home. I have my pets. I have my friends. I have my job and many other things I do. Am I still single? Why? What does it mean?
Am I single in terms of ‘lonely’? I do not think so.
Am I single in terms the society put on us as a form of sorting humans one group to another. I just love some market research-type questions: are you single/married/divorced/separated/widowed. Any other options? Nope.
What if I was as lonely as an iceberg when I was married?
What if I was the happiest on the day of my divorce?
What if I am happy now?
What about happy/unsatisfied/satisfied/miserable/stressed out/kill me now options for relationship status? You can add yours if you like.
Status single.
Am I available? Am I so sad and miserable that people are better of staying away? Am I achiever? Am I failure?
A question and a bit. A question that will remain unanswered.
I am single and am waiting for a miracle… What do they say about miracles?________
Svetlana Tishchenko 