Yesterday, I lamented many of the things I missed. And I still miss those things, but there has been much gained.
When I was single, I hated not having someone miss me or care that I was gone when I traveled. Marriage brought someone that called and checked on me, waited for me to call and let him know I was where I was supposed to be.
When I was single, I always traveled alone. I shopped alone, I ate alone. I prayed alone. I went to church alone. Now? I have someone helping me decide when a trip is wise or ill fated. I have someone to travel with me to weddings and funerals and long-weekends. I have someone who will be my safe harbor.
When I was single, there was no one to know my triggers; the situations that bothered me, the areas of my life I wasn’t ready to touch. Now? There is someone that knows the things that get under my skin or harm me, better than I do. There is someone looking out for me, giving me permission to walk away from people or situations that damage me.
When I was single, I was always a third wheel. The other people in my life were always dating someone, even if it was the wrong person. They were good to me and still invited me along, but I just didn’t fit. I just wasn’t comfortable. Now, I am more at ease in social situations because I know my hubby is there, and no matter what dumb or stupid thing I do, there is someone who wants to go home with me.
When I was single, it was hard to find a way out of uncomfortable social situations. Now, I have a hubby to cling to when I need to, and I have 3 kids around who need me desperately, every moment of my life. They work nicely as as a ticket out of any awkward interactions.
When I was single, so much of my life was empty. Now? It is full, very full.