I have to confess, that there was a time when I bristled quietly on the inside at the mention of the word “contentment” (which perhaps says more about me than anything else), because it just seemed that you couldn’t talk about singleness for thirty seconds before it came up.
The chestnut of contentment
I have to confess, that there was a time when I bristled quietly on the inside at the mention of the word “contentment” (which perhaps says more about me than anything else), because it just seemed that you couldn’t talk about singleness for thirty seconds before it came up.