More and more single women are choosing to live life on their own terms, without a partner.
Peace
Because when I don’t feel like it, I don’t have to go grocery shopping after work or stress about what to cook. When I get home, I’m welcomed by order, not scattered clothes and mess. I know exactly what’s in the fridge because no one’s raiding it. There’s no hair in the sink, and the bathroom is always clean. I sleep deeply because no one’s snoring beside me. And I don’t have to care for a grown-up baby who sees me not as a partner but as a second mom—someone he selfishly uses even in sex. I’ve been single for eight years, and honestly, these have been the happiest years of my life.
Zen
Being single has been amazing for my mental health, and I’m no longer willing to risk this inner peace for anyone. I used to get anxious when a guy didn’t reply, sad when he hurt me, and cry when he left. Sure, there were joyful moments, but the bad outweighed them, so I decided it wasn’t worth it. I’m done carrying the emotional weight of two people—my own is enough. As a single woman, I’m balanced, and my mood doesn’t depend on anyone else. I’ve reached my zen.
Plus or Minus 20
Because men are still chasing the twenty-something version of me, but I’m not that person anymore. Back then, a guy could win me over with the smallest thing: if he could play guitar, I was smitten. If he did kickboxing, I was impressed. If he had a nice car, I was hooked. Today, it’s qualities like patience, kindness, and emotional maturity that catch my eye. Unfortunately, very few men have these—and those who do are already taken. I’ve accepted I missed a great party, and that’s okay.
Waking Up
I no longer believe in Santa Claus, unicorns, or that there’s a man who doesn’t see himself as superior to women. They think they’re the star, and you’re just a side character. They believe they’re in control, and I refuse to be a passenger in anyone’s life anymore.
Going to Extremes
Because men ask for too much and give very little in return. I start dating a guy, and as soon as the brief courting phase ends, he expects me to cook, clean, do laundry, be his emotional support, and perform like a sex goddess every night. And what does a woman get back? Almost nothing. If a faucet drips or a shelf needs mounting, the handyman doesn’t take weeks to fix it, so why should I break my back?
Eyes Wide Open
I haven’t had terribly bad relationships, but looking around my circle, I see awful examples: emotional abuse, cheating, exploitation. None of my girlfriends are in happy relationships. One won’t leave her husband because of the kids, another because they share a business and debts, and a third is afraid of being alone like me—and she’s over 37. When we meet, they mostly talk about the latest hurt their partner caused. After every get-together, I leave feeling grateful to be single.
No, Thanks.
To quote Miley Cyrus: I can buy myself flowers, and I love myself better than they do. Men today aren’t gentlemen looking for love—they’re childish creatures searching for a hookup.
Without Pressure
Just think—if our grandmothers had the option to choose, many of us might never have been born.
Replaced
Today, you won’t find a man who hasn’t been shaped by extreme porn and who doesn’t have unrealistic expectations in bed. No matter how much I explained that these demands are impossible and unsustainable, every guy— even the so-called “nice” ones—wanted more than I was willing to give. I’ve decided that with advanced sex toys available for women, and little use for men beyond sex, I’ll handle everything myself from now on.
Exhausted
I married young, divorced early, and spent my thirties in the purgatory called "dating." I believe online dating—more like searching for a hookup—has irreversibly changed men. They expect everything but give nothing, which is understandable since why put in effort when thousands of other women are just a click away? After ten years of disappointment, I became disillusioned, burned out, and tired. Honestly, being alone is better.
