Yep, believe it or not, there are some things about being single that make it not all it's cracked up to be, all those "Quirkyalone" and "Living Alone and Loving It" books out there be damned.
Living with someone offers you a checks-and-balances kind of thing.
When you're solo, there's no one to look at you as you reach for the bag of Red Hot Blues in the pantry at 10:30 at night and ask you, "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
There's no one to stop you from eating almost half the bag in front of your laptop and remind you that the last time you did that, you woke up in the middle of the night with a mouth that smelled and tasted like a Tijuana cantina and as dry as Mount Tam in the summer, swearing that you'll never do that again. (And even through The Kid was with me last night and was privy to the chip debauchery, he wouldn't notice because that's how 14-year-old boys eat! There's no "Whoa, Mom, lighten up!" It's normal!)
No, there's just you to monitor yourself, and, let's face it, "you" are no help � either because you're weak and can't stand up to the side of you that is very opinionated and wants what you want when you want it, or you're noncommittal � "Look, I'm not going to tell you what to do. You're a grown woman ... knock yourself out"
And then, there's no one the next morning � as you stand on the scale with a look of utter horror and disgust � to say, "Told you so!"
Oh, wait a minute ... that's a good thing! Could it be that even a negative of being single comes with a silver lining?
Anyone else have a beef with living solo?