At times, like in THIS post, I want to be a housewife.
Other times? I want to be alone. An author living in a condo by myself, writing books and short stories. Visiting my nieces and nephews, but returning to my space happily. Sort of how my aunt did it. (Is doing it).
It's very hard to reconcile those two desires.
I say all this to say: I broke up with my boyfriend because I freaked and didn't want to be married. Now? I'm afraid I'll die alone. Even tho alone is mainly how I like to be.
Maybe I need therapy. lol.