This is a work of fiction.
I was 40 years old today. And there was no one to wish me. My parents were deceased. I’d divorced my husband fifteen years ago and made the conscious and wise decision not to have children.
I had no friends.
After years of trying to maintain relationships with people who didn’t really care I just stopped trying one day. I removed myself from social media, deleted everyone’s number and put all of those fake relationships behind me.
Sure, my so called bestie tried calling me a few times. But then I changed my number and that was it. We had drifted apart and after being treated like a doormat far too often, I decided even she wasn’t worth it.
Are you shaking your head in pity? Ah – don’t.
Did I need therapy? Well. That’s a tricky question.
A therapist or a psychologist would find me and the way I think fascinating and I could one day, be a case study discussed in some well known medical school.
But no – I did not need therapy.
I just liked being alone.
You see, some people saw it as a weakness. As a character flaw. But for me – it was my strength.
I got out of bed and made myself a hot cup of coffee and took out some butter cookies I had baked the day before.
Everyone who loves coffee will understand the bliss of taking a sip, just a tiny one and feeling the flavor flow through your mouth.
From my bedroom window, I could see the sun rise. The sky changed color from black and blue to orange and red and then light blue.
My phone buzzed.
Don’t get excited – it was just a reminder for my to do list for the day. I told you, I kept human contact to a minimum.
But today was my day off…so I crept back into bed and switched off my phone. I would wake up when my body told me it was time to, not a second sooner.
I loved my life.
To be continued…..