There are certain words I am cool with using to describe myself.
Brunette.
Mom.
Daughter.
Super awesome cool chick.
Domestic goddess.
Maybe writer.
But I don’t like using that D word.
I am not comfortable with describing myself in terms of what I am not.
No longer a child.
Never tall.
Not athletic.
No longer married.
Strangely, divorced is a label that you have to use on a fairly regular basis – if you are, I mean. YOU probably don’t have to.
I do.
Forms for everything under the sun include marital status. Although I am unclear on how whether I was ever married impacts my dental needs. Or vision.
I wish there was a more present-focused word for it.
I looked it up in the thesaurus (because that’s the sort of thing I do), and as you can see up above there, there is not a real alternative. I kind of like breached. But that sounds very personal and probably not something I’d be comfortable to say in public.
I’ve been breached.
See. Not good.
I guess single works.
But single sounds like looking. And I’m not. So totally not.
I need to embrace my inner divorcee.
See – that sounds WRONG, too. Divorcee sounds like I should be sitting around in a feather boa with a cocktail. I don’t do that…much. OK – I don’t do that at all.
I blanked my relationship status out on Facebook.
It would be ideal if I could blank it out in life. My own don’t ask, don’t tell policy.
Keep swimmin' 