08/18/2026
Someone you haven't seen since you were thirteen asks why you never got married.
You've just spent an hour listening to him describe how hard marriage is. How close they are to divorce, how children changed everything, how expensive it is, how little freedom he has, how lost he often feels.
And then: "So why didn't you ever get married?"
You almost laugh but you ask him the same question, "Let's start with you. Why did you get married?
"I don't know," he said. "It's just what people do."
There it is.
The world has a way of making you answer for your life when it doesn't match. You are forced to explain yourself to people who have never once had to explain themselves. You internalize, without meaning to, the messaging that implies, "you're living life wrong." Some days you believe it. Soon, most days you believe it.
One day, annoyed at yourself for feeling like you've broken some promise to people you never made, you realize something. Throughout time, men have tried to ostracize women who didn't mold. The "spinsters" were cautionary tales. Girls are raised to fear being like "them." But you suddenly realize something. These women were revolutionaries. They weren't broken; they were early. They bucked the system before anyone had language for it, and the world pitied them. But they were living their lives, while everyone around them weren't.
When others look back on this moment, on women like me who never had children and didn't marry, what will they call us?
I wrote about what happens when the one-size-fits-all life doesn't fit all.
https://bit.ly/3RQtSCr