Amy Roullier is a British writer and author of Silent Reflections of a Fragile Heart. Through her blog, she challenges the negative stereotypes surrounding being single, while candidly sharing her experiences with mental health, personal losses, and the complex, often misunderstood realities of adulthood.
I’ve spent so much time waiting on others, not signing up to experiences or exploring the world. Waiting on friends and family to have time, waiting on the next boyfriend to appear and be ready for an adventure or do a thing. It never occurred to me that I could, or in fact sometimes should, go for it anyway. As a single person in her thirties, I realised that if …
Do We Have a Responsibility to Worry About Someone Else’s Singleness? I think not, and here’s why. In my day-to-day job, I attend a lot of conferences. There’s networking, nice chit chats with work colleagues across the industry, and a lot of intro conversations. Which all go something like this: “Hi, What’s your name and where are you from?” Usually followed closely with: “Are you married. Dating? Oh, just Single …
All in all, it’s fair to say that society can be fixated on conventional accomplishments and mainstream milestones, ones often intertwined with some aspect of partnership. Milestones like weddings, moving in with a partner, getting engaged, starting a family or beginning a new relationship. Whilst all of this is lovely, it does mean that other accomplishments, ones achieved whilst single, ones no less deserving of some celebration, frequently fall under …
Why am I still single?’ I’ve lost count of the times I’ve asked myself this question. Often accompanied with the following, ‘Am I not a nice person, not deserving of love? Have I not endured and suffered enough frogs? Am I too bossy? Too confident? Should I be less opinionated? Is it the way I look? Where I live? Am I not pretty enough? Perhaps I should be more amenable? …
It wasn’t until I went single no mingle, that I realized how much dating had become an important part of my conversations with people. And by making who I was dating a highly discussed topic, I had inadvertently sent the message to myself that nothing else was more conversation worthy than this.
And if nothing else was as interesting, then nothing I had to say that wasn’t about when or who the next date was lined up with, mattered much.
I used to see single as a situation to survive. It’s taken me years to get to a point of being able to say, ‘I love being single,’ and really mean it.
It’s not been easy to trek for sure. However, it has been a lifechanging one. Which all started the moment I began to look at single as something other than a status I needed to do everything in my power, to change. I embraced being single, and in doing so worked my towards thrive rather than survive.
You wake early to sunlight seeping through the window,birds chirping softly outside.No rush, just peace in this quiet moment,as you slowly unfurl yourself from the duvet,taking your time. Scrambled eggs and coffee sound perfect,so you make both, just the way you like.It’s a blue-sky morning, and you take your breakfast outside,soaking in the calm and warmth. Inside, you feel at peace. The day ahead is yours to shape as you …
Rewind back to 2016, when I was 31, going through a divorce, and newly single. I didn’t plan to be single in my 30s of course, but there it was. Singledom. Suddenly feeling so much more irreversible than it had in my teens or 20s. Would I be single forever? Who knew. But what I did learn, is that a lot of people don’t understand being single at all and …
Situationships. The whole, ‘We’ve been sleeping together for a while, may have romantic feelings towards one another, but definitely aren’t, together’. A situationship is a relationship that isn’t a relationship at all. They’ve become a dating trend for me over the past seven years and I’ve found it a pretty destructive situation. But apparently situationships are also a post covid dating movement. Dating app Hinge, found that a third of …
I’m really over dating. Not just slightly deterred or a little pessimistic but totally, resolutely out. Earlier this year an Ex from two and a half years ago knocked on my door. No pre-warning text message. Actually turned up on my doorstep live and in person. He’d driven forty miles, sat for twenty minutes in his car stressing about what would happen when I answered (and whether I even still …
