My exact sentiments at this point in time. I truly love being alone and I simply can’t make people understand that. Why? Why don’t they accept this simple fact at face value? Why do they feel as I’m hiding something or I’m trying to be brave?
I’m good company for myself – when I’m alone I feel free. I don’t have to pretend to be someone else, feel compelled to make conversation, can do what I please – watch TV, read, write, play sudoku, work, my time is my own. I selfishly like to guard my time and hate it when I have to share it with someone else.
Yes, I’m married and going to be a mother soon – but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to have my time to myself. It’s not that I don’t want to share and be with others – family or friends. But most of the time if I’m with my husband and we’re either doing something together or at home doing something separately, I’m fine with the situation. When he’s travelling I’d prefer to be alone and by myself.
I know that family worries about me being pregnant and alone when husband travels but I still prefer to be alone. I’ll call for help if I need it – and don’t like to work on the premise that I will definitely need help so should have someone else around when he’s not there. I really don’t and I can’t seem to make people understand that.
I am selfish that way and not ashamed of it. I don’t feel guilty although unfortunately I have to accommodate requests from family and it upsets me. I don’t like being rude but do want them to understand that I might be alone but I’m not lonely. This makes me happy 🙂
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