Alright every good story needs a bit of back story, so here’s mine.  I started dating my high school sweetheart the summer after grade 12.  We were together for 7 years and things just stopped working out.  I more or less broke his heart but I also had a realization at the same time - I had never been truly single in my whole life.  I never had to fend for myself, cook my own food, do my own laundry, clean my own house, the list goes on and on.  Of course I’ve done these things before, I was by no means a kept woman who had everything done for her, but I never had to do these things truly alone.  After a lot of false starts I feel like I’ve just come into my own.  I fell like I’m ready to embrace this wonderful, awful, exciting and boring single life. 

So join me on my journey of self discovery about the highs and lows of really accepting that the only person you’re left with at the end of the day is yourself.