I’ve been inspired to list the unexpectedly fabulous things that make me happy now.
Having the bed all to myself.
With my choice of bedding.
And no-one snoring.
Or poking me awake with their d*ck.
Or grabbing my t*ts to ‘get me in the mood.’
Sleeping in or getting up early or not going to bed at all.
Everything just where I left it.
Tidying or dusting if I feel like it. Ignoring it if I don’t.
Shopping for me.
Browsing without pressure.
Two whole days of weekend without having to accommodate someone else’s social calendar and friends.
Saying yes (or no) to invitations as I please.
Lounging in pyjamas for as long as I want.
Not bothering with hair, make-up, shaving or toenail polish unless I’m going out.
Room on the clothes drier for all my stuff, now boxer shorts and tees aren’t taking up all the room.
No giant clown shoes to trip over.
The basin clear of whiskers.
Gorging on sweets or vegetables or whatever else takes my fancy.
Not having to apologise for someone else.
Having only to worry about getting myself home. No drunk and obnoxious man in tow.
Finding out who my real friends are and ditching the rest.
The joy of deciding on a whim where to go and what to do.
Feeling richer despite being financially poorer.