The Harsh Truth About Why I’m Single

— And Why I Don’t Regret It
(This might sting for some of you)
In my teens and early twenties, I bought into the fairytale society sold me:
๐ Get a good job
๐ Buy a house
๐ Drive something shiny
๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐ฆ Start a family
It was the “dream.” But dreams can be recycled lies.
I tore up that blueprint and made my own.
Part of my plan was to find a partner — but not any partner. She had to be smart, creative, and intellectually flexible. A woman who can challenge me mentally, not just exist beside me.
Here’s the problem:
Women like that are often high maintenance.
They want the tall, dark, and handsome fantasy.
And if you don’t tick all their boxes?
Conflict. Resentment. Sometimes even hatred.
Worse? The women who truly fit my mental match are usually financially independent — sometimes wealthy. They don’t need me to provide. But I love being the provider. I love being the leader.
So why would I chase someone who might never choose me back?
I don’t.
I stick to my blueprint — even if it means staying single.
People ask if that makes me unhappy. The truth?
If I followed society’s plan, I’d be stressed, controlled, and living a life that isn’t mine.
Instead, I’m chaos-free.
No drama.
No stress.
No one controlling me, and no one for me to control.
I’m free.
And freedom, my friends… is priceless.
