Lengthy quote from Gone Girl, but oh so amazing.

I have many friends who are married–not many who are happily married, but many married friends. The few happy ones are like my parents: They’re baffled by my singleness.

. . .

The ones who are not soul-mated–the ones who have settled–are even more dismissive of my singleness: It’s not that hard to find someone to marry, they say. No relationship is perfect, they say–they, who make do with dutiful sex and gassy bedtime rituals, who settle for TV as conversation, who believe that husbandly capitulation–yes, honey, okay, honey–is the same as concord. He’s doing what you tell him to do because he doesn’t care enough to argue, I think. Your petty demands simply make him feel superior, or resentful, and someday he will fuck his pretty, young coworker who asks nothing of him, and you will actually be shocked. Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit. (But who also kind of likes my bullshit.)

No settling, ladies. NONE. Be strong.