In the thirty-eight years I have walked on this earth, I’ve yet to see a single woman who is happy by social standards.
When a woman is independent, self-reliant, confident, and happy, she’s accused of faking happiness because no one is expected to be happy without a partner.
I get blackmailed by men all the time — scaring me of dying a lonely and miserable death with my dead cats beside me. Except I have no cat or any pet for that matter. And there is something called retirement homes where old people bond with each other until death.