So why am I still bothering given that my life is pretty full and contented anyway? Shouldn't I be considering that man hating mantle that I've seen others divorcees adopt to avoid hurt and let down? After all my own marriage wasn't a walk in the park, particularly in the last few years. Duh! If it had been okay I'd still be there. It's not as if I'm particularly flighty.
What stops me giving up altogether are the brilliant examples set by many of the menfolk of friends, family and the people that I meet in my professional life. I get to peer in on shared love and laughter during the good moments and those that are goddamned awful. As a singleton with no predatory instincts I'm allowed to borrow the kind partners of my girlfriends sometimes too! Barbie Nurse's Ken set up Louis' Xbox the other day, a job that would have taken me yonks. It was a friend's husband who sat with me in a French hospital until midnight with Louis a couple of years ago.
Yes, there's many decent blokes who set enough of a good example in their own relationship for me to think that coupledom might be something for me to try again one day. A chance to get it right another time around. It seems that other people's husbands hold onto hope with me. For they're often the ones who are urging me not to throw in the towel on the whole idea.