It was rather shocking, though at first, it was liberating. The tension in the household during the preceding few years had been thick. Living alone allowed me to be myself unabashedly.
A month or two after after the break-up, a friend expressed surprise that I could be so positive about life. Tonight, my friend reiterated her disbelief and added that she thought there had to be a darkness looming in the distance (or beyond public view).
I'm an open book, so I told her the truth: I'm wicked lonely but otherwise very happy in my life. Honest.
I don't think she believed me, which made me doubt myself. So I spent the long bike ride home contemplating my happiness.
Here is my rationale for why I'm a happy dude (and you should be too):
