One and Done

My first marriage lasted two and a half years, the second a whopping eight months. It's not that I can't commit, I love being in a committed relationship, I just, according to my therapist, don't do well when someone else attaches their wagon to mine. He might be right. Maybe I do have a small commitment issue. So, getting back to what I know: One-night stands. And I've had a few. My plan, since I was 16 and dreaming of my future was to marry the man of my dreams shortly after high school. We'd have four kids, I'd be a stay-at-home mommy, live in a nice big house, drive a big ass suburban and live happily ever after with my amazing husband who adored me. Unfortunately, "the best laid plans…o' mice an' men gang aft agley." (Robert Burns) Gang aft agley basically means "often get fucked up". I couldn't have said it any better. I have also never been one for following rules set for "boys" verses rules set for "girls". In fact, I firmly believe I was a man in several of my past lives and must have been a real asshole because I've dealt with plenty in this lifetime. I have also been put in my place with regards to being a girl and have come out kicking and screaming every time.