Today, for the first time since I was 20 years old, I find myself an unmarried man. There’s a lot to unpack about this change.
It’s hardly the most momentous aspect, but today for whatever reason I find myself most struck by how much it feels like a second coming-of-age.
I’m 37 years old. But:
- I’ve never in my life bought myself a drink as a (legally) single man.
- I’ve never been dumped before.
- I’ve never dated.
- I’ve only ever… uh, nudge nudge wink wink saynomore with one person. (Obviously, I’m talking sharing a checking account…)
It feels strangely like being a mixture of 13, 18, and 21 again. Only with kids, stepkids, 20 extra pounds, and better taste in beer.