The answer of course is a resounding, “no.”
Being single, married or anywhere in-between should have no bearing on whether or not we pursue the things that make us happy.
I’m writing this from a little cafe called Eva’s in San Ignacio, Belize. Not because I’ve abandoned my husband, but because, by pursuing the activities that serve me, I’ll be the version of myself that ultimately makes me a better me, and a better partner.
And because I like traveling solo. I like the way it forces me to depend on myself, to get creative in solving surprise problems, how I end up making more friends to avoid the loneliness every solo traveler faces at some point during their adventure. Some 1950s version of housewifery isn’t me, and I refuse to abide by that stereotype.
Besides, being single, married or anywhere in-between should have no bearing on whether or not we pursue the things that make us happy.
So I will continue traveling on my own, calling home when I can, and feeling secure with the knowledge the my partnership and my choices belong to me, and no one can take them, or the world, from me.