I am asked all the time if I have a boyfriend. ALL THE TIME. Friends, supervisors at work, even professors have asked me. When I tell them “no,” they proceed to ask me “why not?” As if it is my “fault” I’m not in a relationship, or as if being single is a curse. Yes, I would like a relationship, but I am also really happy being single; I don’t feel incomplete being by myself, and I don’t need someone else to be my “other half.” I’m whole on my own, and I get tired of the questions that insinuate I shouldn’t be. At least I can be thankful that my mother doesn’t berate me with this question, and has raised me to be an independent woman.