By Jennifer Elizabeth Masters
There was a time when I was afraid to be alone. I felt that I had to have a man to complete me. My self-worth came from my relationships (or so I thought). I couldn't have been more wrong. My relationships were wrought with struggle, conflict, and misunderstandings.
During the time that I was afraid to be alone, I felt awkward, uncomfortable in my own skin. I avoided being alone. I avoided quiet. I talked on the phone a lot, played music or television almost constantly. I would do almost anything to avoid being alone with me. Now I love my time alone. I have gone years without a relationship or even a date. For the most part, my home is quiet, except for the strong desert wind.