One hesitates to open a new chapter when the old one is not resolved.
But we disposable women have to be realistic in this life, you know. Else we get itchy and discontented and start contemplating the kitchen knife and wondering whether it wouldn't look nicer between someone's shoulder-blades.
To marry is to narrow one's possibilities horribly.
Grown people with rational minds somehow do not know what's best for them.
It is not always easy, for a woman alone.
I have never understood why a woman must have a man to take her into dinner.