The Ah… Shit Moment!


The last time I was feeling like this was around my 25th birthday when I went through a quarter life crisis. So I did what I did then. I resorted to my favorite show of all time Sex and the City.

Last week was a doozy!  There was a big black cloud that was following me everywhere I went.  I couldn’t shake it.  The more I attempted to run from it the more it kept following me.  You know where you have one of those weeks where everything seems to be going completely WRONG!  It’s one disaster after the next.  Just last week the guy I had been dating for the last 3 months informed me he didn’t want to have any more children.  Yes, the first man I had dated and liked consistently since 1932.  It a fucking wrap!  I noticed he was starting to pull back.  We went out to Moon Shadows and watched the sunset.  I was finishing a glass of wine when “Barry” dropped the bomb on me.

Barry:  I’m not sure about having more kids.  My son is 21 years old and almost done with college.  I have stayed up many nights thinking about this since you and I started seeing each other.  I really like you.  I’m just not sure we want the same things.  And if this wasn’t an issue we’d be on the fast track to marriage but I know it’s important to you and I am so conflicted.

I sat there looking at him.  My first thought was to say to him what I was thinking, “Ummmmm…. I haven’t even slept with you yet and I’m not sure if I would a) want to marry you and/or b) have a child with you.  What the fuck?  I just wanted to order another glass of wine.” I of course took the grown woman high road.

Me:  I can’t continue to date you knowing you feel this way.  I just can’t chance falling in love with you and getting married and either you getting a secret vasectomy or even worse, I get pregnant and the whole time I am concerned you’re not excited about it. 

Barry:  I think you’re such an amazing woman and I wish things could be different.

Me:  To be honest Barry, I could feel you starting to pull back and I knew deep inside that’s what was going on.  But I really and truly appreciate your honesty.  Good luck with everything.

Barry:  Why are you saying that like I’ll never see you again?

Me:  I’m sure I’ll see you around. 

I’m not that woman who is going to keep seeing a guy knowing we want completely different things in life.  What was going to do?  Keep moving forward and hope and pray he changes his mind?  Um… No!  When a man tells you who he is, you have to believe him.

We finished our drinks.  The silence was deafening.  AND we had to drive ALL the way back to the valley.  That was the longest 40 minute drive of my life.  He walked me to my door.  I took my final look at “Barry” gave him a hug and closed the door.  I took a deep breath and a sunk to the floor and had myself a good cry.  Not because I had fallen in love with him or even in a deep like with him.  I had no idea if he and I even had a future.  The shallow part of me was never attracted to his big ass over grown stomach.  He was a 45 year old man that needed to go to the gym and go on a diet immediately!  But I managed to get over that.  At times he even came off a little cheap.  This issue was slowly actually rapidly beginning to annoy me.  There’s nothing worse than a stingy man!  I cried because I was so frustrated!  How many more disappointments did I have to go through?  What if it didn’t happen for me?  Was I destined to be one of those women with a great career and social life who ended up alone?  Did I need to brace myself and begin to accept that love might not happen for me.  And even worse yet, babies might not happen either?!  I was enjoying my life.  If I was completely honest with myself I wasn’t ready for a kid.  Just a few weeks ago I went to my god daughter’s volleyball game after work.  After stressing out and breaking several traffic laws to get there on time, cheering her on, and then taking her out to dinner afterwards.  By the time I got home, I passed out.  Not my usual wine induced pass out but I was genuinely and naturally exhausted.  I thought to myself, “Shit, how in the fuck did my mother do this?  And she had 3 kids and was doing it on her own.”  I found a whole new appreciation for her and other mothers of the world.  When did I become that poster child for the 35+ woman whose biological clock was ticking when I hadn’t even purchased the clock yet alone set the alarm?!  What the fuck was happening?  My cry was from pure and utter frustration.  Thank God I didn’t sleep with “Barry.”  That could have really clouded my judgment especially if the sex resulted in a great orgasm!  I might have been like, “Kids are overrated!”  Okay I digressed…     

By the time Friday rolled around not only did I have the black cloud still hanging over me but I felt like I was slowly descending into a deep hole!  I was in a funk of all funks and I wasn’t quite sure how to shake it.  And it was NOT over “Barry” it was life in general.  Was this the best it was gonna get?  Was this my future?  The last time I was feeling like this was around my 25th birthday when I went through a quarter life crisis.  So I did what I did then.  I resorted to my favorite show of all time Sex and the City.  I had the full DVD set.  So I could watch every single season.  It always seemed to get me out of my funk before.  And that’s exactly what I did for the entire weekend.   I had just gone to the Bev Mo five cent wine sale.  My wine storage and fridge was full of great wines.  I was experimenting with various recipes and settled on eggplant parmesan.  And I sat on my couch and watched Sex and the City for the entire weekend.  I laughed, I cringed, and I reminisced.  And by the time I got to Season 6 when Charlotte went through her divorce.  I had a MAJOR “Ah….Shit” moment.  When I used to watch Sex and the City 10 years ago it was pure entertainment.  It was a familiar yet foreign concept.  I could relate to these women but at the same time I couldn’t.  But as I watched Charlotte deal with her over bearing mother in law and Carrie Bradshaw debate whether to continue dating Alexander Protrovsky knowing he had a vasectomy and she was 38 years old without kids.  I paused the DVD and reflected on my life.  This show was no longer a foreign concept.  I was their target demo… the 35+ single woman living in the city.  I was the living and breathing black version of Sex and the City the only difference was I lived in LA.  And Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, and Miranda didn’t have the added text messaging etiquette and social media of dating aspect to over obsess over.  But I watched it with a whole new set of eyes.  And realized why this show never got old.  These four women each had a piece of my heart.

Miranda- She was career driven and independent.  When she was feeling insecure she dove in her work.  After keeping a wall up for so many years she final allowed herself to give into Steve.  She was no nonsense.  I learned there’s nothing wrong with having drive for a great career.  And not being afraid to just say what the fuck is on my mind without apologies.

miranda and steve

Miranda- Nonsense

Charlotte- The hopeless romantic.  Also, if you really watch the show Charlotte was having more sex than everyone even Samantha.  But she packaged it up to look like a relationship.  She went through the devastation of living in a fantasy world when it came to dating and men and her divorce is what shook her into reality after dealing with an overbearing mother in law and a momma’s boy ex husband (can we say déjà vu?).  But ultimately she never settled.  Her second husband might have been short, overweight, and bald.  But he could keep her in the lifestyle she was accustomed to and he adored her.  She found her gift in a package she never expected.


Charlotte- The Hopeless Romantic

Carrie- Carrie taught me so many things.  And watching her now I could relate to her on so many levels.  The most important thing I noticed after having my “Ah…Shit” moment was Carrie knew how to express what she was feeling.  It didn’t always come out poetic and pretty.  And she most certainly had her flaws.  But I learned to just be upfront and let a man know how I felt no matter how uncomfortable the conversation.

Carrie Bradshaw

Carrie- Expressions

Samantha-  I learned the most from her.  She showed me it is okay to be single and fabulous.  Getting married and having children does not equate to happiness.  Happiness comes from living life on your own terms and not apologizing for it.  It was just what I needed at this time.


Samantha- Being single can be fabulous

I know I ultimately would like to get married again and have children.  But until it is right I realized I have to make myself okay with where I am in the journey right now.  I have spent so many years trying to control my future and worry about the what-ifs.  What if I never meet my true soul mate.. What if by the time I meet him I am too old to have children… What if I can’t have kids… What if I messed up a good thing.. what if this is as good as it gets?  Instead… my “Ah…Shit” moment made once again realize I need to live in the here and the now.  After all, Carrie, Miranda, Samantha, and Charlotte ended up just fine.  And yes, I am at the Sex and the City age.  And it’s okay.  I have had a journey of so many discoveries and learning who I really am.  And damn it, my life is just as… if not even more fabulous the ladies of Sex and the City!  I did a toast to the lessons and thanked them for once again being the sunshine that got rid of the dark cloud.

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4 replies
  1. Charla
    Charla says:

    Love this post! As always, I can totally relate. I too recently decided to give one person a chance with dating, and it didn’t work out; as he changed his mind about being ready to date just me. Sex & the City is always my tv saving grace and I can relate to it so so much. I am continuing to learn that my happiness starts with me first. I also continue to struggle with the thoughts of “will I marry again, will I be too old to have kids?” I just remind myself to stay in the present and enjoy life and release all those worries. I love your posts!

    • Monique K
      Monique K says:

      Thank you! Hang in there. It does get hard sometimes. Especially when you meet someone and genuinely start liking them. The let down can be so upsetting! I recently had dinner with a mentor. She told me she had her daughter at 43 naturally. She is happily married with a great career. The timing of me seeing her was definitely truly God’s way of saying to hang in there. At least we know we are not alone. And as w shave both learned, it’s Better to be alone and single than lonely and married!


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