I had an interesting discussion with a friend the other day.  She said I shouldn’t consider myself single if I was in a committed relationship.   That took me back. I certainly had no ring on my finger. I was the one who took the trash out, and I was the one solely responsible for raising my two daughters—how in the hell was that not single?

I asked my committed boyfriend what he thought. He said that technically I was single, but spiritually, if we were committed, we were not single.

Good answer. Bad answer. Good because it was nice he saw us joined together. Bad because I got the real sense of how much he was avoiding the responsibility of money, kids, and taking out the trash..

Of course I am avoiding the choices of the responsibilities of money, health concerns and being trapped, or choosing the option of potential divorce nightmares.

That said, what day is trash day, again?