Living Single

Cradled by the hands of fate the faith that sometimes wraps around to tight.

I was on the phone yesterday talking with one of my nephews, and he asked me why I wasn't married. My standard reply to that question is: I haven't found the right person to be married to.

Which is basicly truth. But after thinking about it longer, I think the answer is, that I am a failure when it comes to romantic relationships. After being hurt so many times by people that I'd trusted, I tend not to open up as readily. Any potential mate takes this as me being cool, and uninterested, when it really is a form of protection for myself.

Living single isn't a bad thing though, I do have a couple close friends, and my pets give me comfort. In both cases, they are as loyal to me as I am to them.