OMG what have I done? I bought a house.
Just when I think I have effectively left social construct behind, I freak out to think I'm about to sign papers on my very own house! Why, you ask?
Well, because only a few people I know are actually happy that I'm able to do that. My family, who lives in the same town, will not be told. I have been mulling over why I'm particularly cool with not telling them and it's because I know what they will think. This is yet one more thing for them to criticize me over. They will not be happy about it.
Oh, my mother might try to act happy, but she will come across with quips such as, "Why did you do this, you know you can't do this by your self?" and "What were you thinking?" and (here's the one that will elicit a WTF response) "It's just you, why do you need all the space?"
Warning: Rant following:
Just looking for a house of my own has produced that question several times - all from "married" people. A co worker remarked recently, "What? There's just the one of you!" (she doesn't know about the rest of me, so to some extent, I took this as a compliment). People ask this as if I have no right to live comfortably. In fact, when my divorce was about to become final, my sister told me about some apartments that were currently renting. I replied that I wouldn't live there because they were in a bad part of town and very run down. Her response was, "Well, you'd better get used to it." That was her way of letting me know that she (her husband) was now the big money earner. I have enough money (so far) that I don't have to get used to it, she was just jealous.
Anyway, back to the "one" of me. I think the next time someone says that to me I'm going to ask that if their spouse suddenly died or left them, would they sell their nice house and move into something half the size. If they would just stop and see the logic: I still have a queen-size bed, my dining room table is still the same size, my couch is the same one (it didn't shrink to half), I still have a sewing machine, a computer desk, a regular sized ironing board, etc, etc.
In all actuality, the only thing that has changed about my life is, well, nothing. My ex wasn't home much when we were married (it takes time to ho around), so I lived with all the stuff I have now, alone like I am now. I worked. I didn't spend money. I didn't party. Why would everyone think I have to live like a pauper in half the space just because I'm not married? I bet, if a man who lived alone were to buy a house no one would even THINK he was stepping out of line, yet I'm being ragged on because of it.
Society can take their pissy attitude and shove it. I'm buying a house.