Once upon a time, a girl had a short relationship with an older gentleman. This girl, who was more of a woman, was a single mom, had a career, spent time at the gym, could handle a crisis (as in, call Triple-A when the car broke down) had a ton of friends, and didn’t break plans with the girls when the gentleman called her last minute to “hang out.” After the proverbial minute it took for this “relationship” took to run it’s course, the gentleman told this fair maiden that she was “too independent for her own good.”
My question is, when you live alone and have children, how else are you supposed to be? What constitutes too independent for one’s own good? One would think that it would be important to be able to manage their finances, change a tire, or know what to do in case of a worst case scenario. I’m the girl who can throw together homemade biscuits (yeah, they’re fluffy and buttery and really take no time to fix, even Paleo style!) do laundry and dishes, help a kiddo with homework, and pay bills online all at the same time. Shouldn’t everyone be able to do these things?
In today’s world, do men want a delicate flower of a woman who would be clueless of what to do in case “the man of the house” died? Wouldn’t a man want a woman who could “bring home the bacon” if his company went under and she became the bread winner? What man wouldn’t want a woman who can set up a mind blowing tailgate par-tay at the home team’s football game, impress all of the friends, and be proud that the “little lady” organized, managed, and even manned the grill while he threw the corn bag around? I’m pretty sure that if I were a man, I would want a girl just like me, an independent, able-bodied, Martha Stewart-esque, football-lovin’, southern girl who can change a tire without breaking a nail.
So what is the balance? Either be independent and scare them away or be too dependent a clingy…where is the middle ground? Have any of you experienced the “too independent for your own good” complaint?