About Singleness
I never wanted to be single. I grew up dreaming of the home and family I would have someday. Only, I thought “someday” would be the year I turned 18. My eighteenth birthday came, and the year passed by, and I was still single. Oh well. I had great hopes the year that I was 19…and 20. And 21. And 22. And so the years passed. Every year I had new hope! Every year I was disappointed. Soon five years turned into ten, and then twelve. By this time, disappointment had turned into something very much like despair. Many of my friends were already married. There were hardly any single guys left… And - worse than anything else- because of my age, I was beginning to fear that I might never have children. Then came the breaking point. A friend tried to comfort me by telling me that I should just not think about the pain I was experiencing. That I should be busy and happy and not think about it anymore. I nodded politely while inwardly I knew it was impossible. Tha...