Gone are the days of the picture perfect family. Now it’s divorce, blending, mending, spending?

But spending for what? To please someone else over and over, when really we should just be pleasing ourselves.

Moving forward, I propose we advocate against the seemingly mandatory single family unit, and allow men and women to simply live next to each other, rather than on top of each other.

I want to choose the colour scheme of my house, have it filled with girly pink shit and binge eat nachos when I feel like it. I want to sit around in my underwear on a hot day and not be judged.

So fuck it. I’m done compromising. You wanna be my lover? You gotta live next fucking door, or better yet, down the street. Cause I’m done.

Sincerely, the woman who won’t share herself with anyone anymore.