On being single........

This is how being single goes for me..When I am sick, people always assume that I am helpless. Have I heard of Ny Quill? am I eating? Don't forget to get some rest. People are forever asking what I am having for dinner, do I eat vegetables? You really should you know. I love to tell them that I ate a pint of ice cream for dinner, then went straight to bed. This appalls them; but really only confirms what they think they know,"poor girl is a mess by herself."
The older ladies in my dept. are amazed that I bought a For sale by owner house all by myself. They kept telling me that I better be careful,it can be complicated. Well, I guess they wern't paying good attention when they bought their house with their husbands. I was.
When did being single equal being stupid?
This annoys the hell out of me, and feels very patronizing.
I do know people are just trying to be nice, but really, they don't know how redicilous their remarks can be.
Believe it or not, I know how to buy cough medicine, eat a meal, (which by the way I do most every day, sometimes a couple times a day.) I am smart enough to fill out house papers all on my own. I was more on top of it, then the guy selling the house. I filled out his portion too.
I can go to baseball games, mow my lawn, walk in my neighborhood,do my own taxes, drive to Bend, catch a bus, eat, and go lay on the couch and be sick, ALL BY MYSELF.
I am 43, have raised two kids,been married and divorced twice, lived through a nasty 15 yr. drug addiction, been clean for another 16 years, and maybe, just maybe, have learned how to do life.
Yes, things are alot nicer and easier when you have a partner, Yes, there are things like doggy doors, pest removal and dry wall that might require some back up, but believe it or not, I function ok.
No one ever cared if I ate vegetables, or knew where to buy cough medicine when I was married. I guess it was assumed marriage equals "well taken care of", or "of sound mind" Well, not always.
It is pretty damn lonely living alone and most days I hate the hell out of it, but it dosn't mean my garbage dosn't get emptied, or my walkways arn't pressure washed.
I ask for help when I need it, and go about my life when I don't. If my mother asks one more time if I've been eating, I'm going to tell her "no, I have not had a meal in four days, Please send help".
jb