Alternate lives abound.
Lately I've been having all too real visions of how my life would have been had I stayed with one of my ex-boyfriends.
One friend is married to a guy whose parents are very racist and sexist. Really glad I didn't fall into that trap.
Another friend is married with children to a guy who is smart, funny, and self-centered. He has his dream job; she doesn't. He puts her down, in only thinly-veiled ways, in front of other people.
These things make me feel sorry for my friends, although I know they chose these men and love them, and are, in general, very happy.
A few other friends are in various stages of freaking out about still being single. Very sitcom-esque.
These things also make me think a lot about my alternate lives, and how the one I have is pretty darn good, at least for me, by comparison.
My boyfriend for the last several years deserves a better name: life-partner, best friend, my hero.
For a while when I started this blog I really felt like I was on the wrong path, and instead had ended up fighting all the wrong battles for something I wasn't at all sure I wanted.
Lately I've been feeling like I took a shortcut back to where I was supposed to be. I'm still not sure whether I'll get where I think I want to be anytime soon, but I do feel a little more sure of what I want and why I want it.