Next Lifetime

“Now what am I supposed to do when I want you in my world…”

Have you ever met the perfect man but for some reason you two just could not be together? What if the root reason that you and him are not together is because you met before your timing? I hear that timing is everything and I never thought that was true until I met him…

Everything about him is perfect for me. Everything that I could’ve wanted in a man, he had it. I have been mentally, sexually and physically connected to someone but never had the combination of all three. I am also spiritually connected to him, something I have never experienced before. So all of this sounds good right? Well it would be if we could be together. In our case I believe that we were “made” or met before or ahead of our time. I believe that what we have is beyond of what we imagined when we first met. Now I am afraid that we missed our chance…

When the time is right and all of the stars are aligned I wonder if we will take that risk. If not…

“I guess I’ll see you next lifetime…no hard feelings…

I guess I’ll see you next lifetime…I’m gonna be there…”

 

Sincerely,

The Single B*tch

Does a Number Define Me?

We all know what a statistic is. Usually when I think of a statistic I think of just a number. A statistic represents a sample of a certain population but do you believe that a number represents you? Have you ever thought of yourself as just a number? Whether you are a mother, single, lesbian, Black, White, Hispanic, Asian, have a college degree or a high school education there are some statistics about you that you may or may not feel that you fit in. I never thought I was a statistic until…

I was doing some reading in my psychology book and I read that more than 30% of children grow up in a single parent home. Not only that, but over 50% of African-American women are single mothers followed by Hispanic women, then European and then Asian women. I never thought of myself as a part of those stats because I never considered myself “the typical” single mother. I have never been ashamed to refer to myself as a single mom because “single” is just a marital status and not a negative stereotype that I have to succumb to. After reading that it was embedded in my head ever since and I have to admit that it is fucking with me. I also read in that book that children of a nuclear or “traditional” family are typically happier than children of single parent homes.  I could not help but wonder if I made my child a statistic as well. Although I have a degree, home, car, a great co-parenting relationship with my son’s father and a job I realized that sometimes people do not care about what you have or what makes you different from others they will still stick you underneath an umbrella and judge you anyway.

What I am trying to work through is that a number, relationship status or income does not define you. What matters is what you think of yourself and you can always be the exception to the rule.

With Love,

The Single B*tch