No.Nonsense.

I love to read. It’s my escape from the stresses of my day. I have a vivid imagination where I can play the movie in my head of what I’m reading. I don’t go for the fairy tales. I don’t read traditional romance. I go for the books that feature strong women in the main role. They are the warriors. They are the ones standing beside their men and fighting their own battles. They are the tough and mouthy leaders with a strong sense of self and a will to fight for the ones they love.

There are no shrinking violets. There are no damsels in distress.

They are badasses. (Sorry, mom.)

Maybe I like these women so much because I see a bit of myself in them. I’ve been on my own my whole adult life. I’ve kept a roof over my head. I’ve fought for what I wanted. I’ve worked hard for what I have attained. I’ve always been the friend in the relationship and never the partner so I’ve faced the challenges of life alone.

It can get lonely sometimes when there is no one to kiss you good morning, no one to hug you good night. I have longed for someone to share the load. I have wished for a companion to share my life.

But I don’t need that person to be happy.

God has blessed me with my son so I will never again be alone. But even with him, I am a warrior woman, the mama bear who will fight every foe to ensure he is happy and safe.

The women in my books don’t need a knight in shining armor. They wear their own armor. And when they do find that partner, he is as enamored by her strength as he is by her femininity.

I can’t be anything than who I am. I am strong. I am independent. I am sassy. I am a fighter. And that’s okay.