Short answer: because you’re already complete on your own.
Long answer: stick around to figure it out.
Since I was six years old, my family meetings, the ones where the whole family (grandparents, cousins, uncles and relatives who came out from god knows where) gather together over a three hours long lunch to talk around pretending they don’t hate each other 90% of the time, (Italians things, basically) worked out like this:
uncle n1: “hi sara! You grew up a lot! Have you found yourself a boyfriend?”
me: *is to shy to say anything*
cousin n2: “so, is there any boy you like??”
me: *same as before*
uncle n3: “so why haven’t you introduced us to your boyfriend? You have one right?”
me: *think of ways I could plan their murder*
cousin n2 again: “you know that I had been with my boyfriend for three years at your age??”
me: *actually burst out crying and have a break down at the age of 8 and never talk to them after that expect for hi and goodbye”
I’m almost twenty now, and next weekend I have the wedding of cousin n2. What do you think will happen?
I know, every family does this. Every uncle or aunt or grandpa ask these questions again and again, but it’s not okay.
I’m tired of feeling like having a boyfriend (let’s talk about the heteronormativity here) or a relationship is the ONLY important thing about me.
What about my studies? My future? My achievements? What about asking me what my favourite subject at school was or what is my best friend ‘s name? What about asking me if I found something that makes me heart beat faster that is not a boy? What about my trips? Or the places I’ve visited? What about where did I learn to do my make up, or if I read a good book lately?
I’m tired of feeling like having a relationship or a boyfriend must be my goal in life; “get a boyfriend, marry in the town church, have a couple of babies and you’ll be happy!” who said that?
As if I can be complete and 100% ME only if I’m in a relationship, as if I need someone who tells the I’m pretty to feel like it, as if I can’t be whole without another human telling me he is my “half”.
I’m no half.
My body, my brain, my heart, they are complete.
I don’t NEED to share them with someone to feel like I’m finally myself, if I do it, it must be my choice. I chose to let someone in, to share my thoughts and experiences and life, but it’s not a need.
I am inviting them into my home, letting them sit on the sofa, take delight in the warmth of the fire I created. And yes, maybe one day they’ll let me into their homes. And maybe one day we’ll find out we like that, to share our homes. And we’ll move them one next to the other.
But my home, my body, my mind, they’ll never belong to anyone but me.
I am mine, before I am anyone else’s. So no, I don’t have a boyfriend, I don’t want one, and I’m happy.
Take care,
Sara