I've been repressing this for a while, but I can't hold it in anymore.
The root of my opinion on love:
Since my birth, my mother and father were at each other's throats. My mom constantly yelled at my dad, and argued with him every day. She threw things at him, cheated on him with several other men, and stabbed him on one occasion.
Though someone called the police, he decided not to press charges and continued living with her (a stupid mistake). He told me that the arguing was worse when my siblings and I weren't present in the house, and my dad also told me that the marriage was so horrid that he didn't have any dreams when he slept.
They finally got divorced four years ago, and many of my father's friends have gone through something just like this.
Even though my mom didn't abuse me and physically harm me like she did to my dad...Ugh.
Yeah, I didn't enjoy seeing that happen, and I most certainly don't want that to happen to me. Getting stabbed and yelled at doesn't sound like happiness to me.
So that is the main reason why I distributed my knowledge of the benefits of being single, and I think the best part of being single is not getting stabbed, yelled at, or cheated on.
That's why I'd stay single, because I want to live my life without getting slapped around or have something sharp slice my skin open.