Happy Independence

Happy Independence…oxymoron?

The pressure is on. I don’t think I’m putting this on myself. It’s my environment. It’s getting tougher as my friends couple up, as more people ask, “So have you met anyone yet?” Why must every conversation involve those pesky meddling questions?! I’m not sure if I’m ready to settle down. And if I’m not sure, then I guess I’m probably not ready. The problem is I don’t have any single friends to hang out with anymore. Getting a singleton to hang out with me on a Saturday night is like pulling teeth. Ultimately, I end up joining the couples or Marc. Thank God for Marc.

After the holiday, I came to work to find this email. Ironic that it was sent on midnight of Independence Day.

Subject: The time eventually comes…

When a man can’t take the pressure anymore. After years of trying to say that all those of you on the other side were wrong and I had a better life, I must confess, I was merely trying to justify my lack of finding the woman, who would agree to marry me.

Finally, I found someone, who I have been able to convince. And we have decided to get married in a short time of three weeks from now…

I’m happy for my friend. That is the honest truth. I want my friends to be loved, to be happy. And I know his time had come. He is a great catch and has been seeking a companion for a while now.

But it also made me very sad. So awfully sad…as if I were him writing that email to my friends–trying to justify my lack of finding someone, saying that I have a better life. I am not so sure anymore. His email is heartbreaking.

That is where my head is these days.

Hoping you had a wonderful 4th of July.