It’s Saturday morning. Like most Saturday mornings, I made myself pancakes. I’m going to cut them all up and then put the syrup on. Today is accompanied by a cup of tea because I woke up still with that head cold.
On the weekends, I wake up and make MYSELF pancakes or waffles. And there’s no one saying, “I don’t feel like pancakes,” or, “I’m not hungry yet,” or, “Tea is gross,” or suggesting we go out. I wake up in MY bed, I make MYSELF pancakes, and then I climb back into MY bed and eat them when I want to. And even if I am a little lonely sometimes, my independent Saturday mornings are fucking glorious.
Relationships can be wonderful. But so can your relationship with yourself.