One of the bloggers who I read frequently wrote a rather empowered post displaying smug satisfaction at having put herself first and done what she needed/wanted to do this past weekend while her boyfriend sat on the sidelines. Which got me thinking about my own behavior with and without a boyfriend.

I posted the comment on her post:
Prioritizing myself above the significant other…*sigh* still working on that one. Sometimes I think the only reason I’m so happy single is because I’m #1 by default. I don’t know that when a new man enters my life that I won’t be a doormat again. This is sad.