I'm confused and the looks I get when I express how I imagine my life in years to come receives looks just as confused as I am. Single parent households are rising, my generation of millennials are deemed to either have babies too early or get married too early. So it seems that even if I do happen to run into the man of my dreams, his plans of getting married with children may not fit the picture I envision. We may not get married, we might not have children, we may not even stay together judging the statistics of divorce. With that being the case, it surprises me that it surprises others hear me say my goals are as big as they are because I have always assumed that I'd be a single mother.
How can I assume anything when ties to anyone are consistently viewed in temporary terms?Nothing lasts forever and with the sanctity of marriage being rooted in til' death do us part, I can't help but have a fear of commitment.
I can't commit to you. I can't take your last name. I refuse to give up my identity only to scramble to regain it in the long run. It cannot be me and you, but statistically speaking I'd rather wait for us to refer to my future children and I. Let's not get carried away. I work too hard on my own to lose it because of someone else's carelessness. Plans are nothing, but planning is everything.
