Looking in the mirror, I took a deep breath.
Wiping the tears from my mascara-stained cheeks, I tried to pull myself together.
I’d just gone through another painful breakup with a man who wasn’t worth my time.
At 26, I was sick of other men my age.
They were unreliable, broke and didn’t know what they wanted.
They couldn’t take care of themselves, so definitely couldn’t take care of me in the way that I knew I deserved.
And that didn’t align with my standards or values.
I was fed up.
I just wanted someone to have fun with and to explore this beautiful world.
‘I’m done with this,’ I said to myself.
No longer was I going to waste my time on men who didn’t deserve it.
And while I didn’t want a relationship, I wanted stability.
, a thought popped into my head.
