It was easier to like them when I was a little girl.
It was easier to like them when their conversations directed my way
Wasn’t surrounding asking about
Potential boyfriends or husbands
Finding that “perfect partner” for me.
If I had to find him — what level or
Standard of perfection was I “supposed” to be
Embodying?
Did they even emulate that themselves?
Were they perfection’s representatives?
No.
So why did I let
Any of their judgements
Any of their opinions
Any of their anything
— get to me?
Their sons — now — just as disappointing as I am to my own Mother.
None of us grew to any ideals of
“Perfection”
— simply existing
Echoing non-achievable standards
Or ghosting
Some are living far, far away
In other cities
Other countries
Not married. Oh no,
what a disappointing
Generation of Single Millennials
We all turned out to be.
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