It’s a Tuesday night — my night off from having my kids — and I have nothing on my agenda. My work is done for the day.
I’ve texted a few friends who are all partnered up. They are with their husbands or boyfriends, or they are home tending to their own kids. Since I’m not exactly seriously dating anyone, I don’t have a guaranteed date when I’m alone for the night.
It might not seem like that strange of a thing to do, but it definitely takes some getting used to. As a woman who was married for eight years and, before that, mostly went out with friends or on dates, the times I’ve taken myself out to dinner alone were pretty few as of just a couple of months ago.