A blog about heartbreak.

This weekend my beautiful sister got hitched. I am very happy for her and her (now) husband; they’ve been together for over 7 years and are an incredibly loving and mature couple. It was a lovely ceremony and I think I made one helluva Maid of Honor, if I don’t say so myself.

Of course, as the middle child and only one of my siblings not engaged, I was asked by no less than four relatives if I was jealous or sad that it wasn’t me getting married.

The honest-to-god answer? “Fuck no!”

I am nothing but elated for my siblings. And I am nothing but elated to be (quasi) single and independent right now. I certainly want to have meaningful and committed relationships in my life, but I have never had any aspirations to be married. I think it works for a lot of people - I don’t intend to universally trivialize it - but for me personally, it would be an excuse to have a good party and a tax break. 

I am glad I felt secure in my singledom, even at an uber-romantic event and amidst so much external judgment. So that’s where I am: Happy for my sister, happy for my brother, and very, very happy for me.