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Isabeau Brimeau is a London-based Kiwi freelance writer and advertising professional OPINION Being single in your 30s is liberating, confusing and on the odd occasion a little bit soul-crushing. In the past year I’ve gone through another breakup (yes, another), I’ve seen my best friend’s little sister (essentially my little sister) get married and announce she’s pregnant, seen my ex-boyfriend of six years at said wedding – plus met his fiancé who is annoying perfect for him – and I’ve had two of my closest friends announce they’re also pregnant. The delightful cherub-looking cherry on top?.