So... I'll be straight-up and admit that one huge reason why I had an interest in this forum, and wanted to sign up, was because I noticed the Singles category. I'm not entirely sure what drew me to it. Maybe... at the very least, I was simply looking for a place to chatter about my experiences (which aren't much, really) and maybe... get some support and prayers.
Maybe at most... I was hoping to find a bit more here God willing, maybe. I'm just not sure what that means yet.
So basically, I'm in my almost-mid-thirties. I've never been married, I've... technically dated once or twice, but not really. I've only kissed someone on the lips once.
To some extent, I was raised in a somewhat stereotypical over-sheltered homeschool upbringing. Didn't really start to meet people unmonitored until I was 19-20 or so. And... I was lead to believe that once I turned 18, God was going to give me a man He'd hand-picked me for me on a silver platter and my adult life would truly begin. It never happened.
I suppose one reason I've been thinking about this now, and wanted to share at least parts of my lifestory, is just cuz... in recent weeks, I received a lecture from a friend who's known me for a long time, who pointed out that for over a decade, she's seen me go through a cycle where I'd fall in love with any guy who'd give me enough attention, then project my disappointment onto them when they didn't give me the kind of advice I wanted or turned out not to fit the perfect image I had in mind.
And... what's really profound for me at least is that I finally worked up the courage to talk to my dad about how much of a disappointment this has been. It was the first time we'd ever talked about it directly. Because, as I said to him, I had been told when I was 17 (by him) that that was the age I needed to think about how many kids I wanted because God was gonna make something happen very soon. And he seemed completely convinced, back at the time, that God was going to bring a man He'd handpicked special for me into my life at Age 18 and I was gonna be a housewife and Mom, and that dad himself was gonna get to oversee it all.
I suppose a lot of this is moot now, because... Dad and I talked about it. He admitted he had some hopes, dreams, fantasies, but... nothing really concrete, and my parents do know that they made a lot of mistakes and planned some things very poorly. My dad also said that nobody really gets privilaged to a burning bush.
Honestly... right now, I am in a state where I am still kinda trying to get over an infatuation that was/is extremely obsessive. The guy was never interested anyway, anything he felt for me was nothing more than brother-like, and... I fell hard for him for all the wrong reasons. I am just starting to try and move past that a bit, but... it's hard.
I'm... not even sure if I am the type who should get married. I'm not interested in having kids (No, I am not gonna change my mind on this) and... I feel like the biggest things I would want from a partner is someone who could support me financially and be someone to talk to... my best friend, someone I can talk to God about, maybe someone who can take me places once in a while.... and possibly be willing to integrate peacefully into my family structure and help me take care of my handicapped brother. I'm... not sure if those are self-centered or unrealistic desires or not.
Plus.... it is highly suspected I have Aspergers, possibly Dyslexia, although I have never been formally diagnosed. I have definitely had depression and anxiety issues. And... I am also a major loner in some ways. I love my personal space. But... I still crave human contact sometimes, in some ways.
I'm... not sure if anybody has any relateable stories or any insights they want to offer/share. Please feel free to let me know if you do... or if you want me to clarify/expand anything about what I've typed here. ^^;
Maybe at most... I was hoping to find a bit more here God willing, maybe. I'm just not sure what that means yet.
So basically, I'm in my almost-mid-thirties. I've never been married, I've... technically dated once or twice, but not really. I've only kissed someone on the lips once.
To some extent, I was raised in a somewhat stereotypical over-sheltered homeschool upbringing. Didn't really start to meet people unmonitored until I was 19-20 or so. And... I was lead to believe that once I turned 18, God was going to give me a man He'd hand-picked me for me on a silver platter and my adult life would truly begin. It never happened.
I suppose one reason I've been thinking about this now, and wanted to share at least parts of my lifestory, is just cuz... in recent weeks, I received a lecture from a friend who's known me for a long time, who pointed out that for over a decade, she's seen me go through a cycle where I'd fall in love with any guy who'd give me enough attention, then project my disappointment onto them when they didn't give me the kind of advice I wanted or turned out not to fit the perfect image I had in mind.
And... what's really profound for me at least is that I finally worked up the courage to talk to my dad about how much of a disappointment this has been. It was the first time we'd ever talked about it directly. Because, as I said to him, I had been told when I was 17 (by him) that that was the age I needed to think about how many kids I wanted because God was gonna make something happen very soon. And he seemed completely convinced, back at the time, that God was going to bring a man He'd handpicked special for me into my life at Age 18 and I was gonna be a housewife and Mom, and that dad himself was gonna get to oversee it all.
I suppose a lot of this is moot now, because... Dad and I talked about it. He admitted he had some hopes, dreams, fantasies, but... nothing really concrete, and my parents do know that they made a lot of mistakes and planned some things very poorly. My dad also said that nobody really gets privilaged to a burning bush.
Honestly... right now, I am in a state where I am still kinda trying to get over an infatuation that was/is extremely obsessive. The guy was never interested anyway, anything he felt for me was nothing more than brother-like, and... I fell hard for him for all the wrong reasons. I am just starting to try and move past that a bit, but... it's hard.
I'm... not even sure if I am the type who should get married. I'm not interested in having kids (No, I am not gonna change my mind on this) and... I feel like the biggest things I would want from a partner is someone who could support me financially and be someone to talk to... my best friend, someone I can talk to God about, maybe someone who can take me places once in a while.... and possibly be willing to integrate peacefully into my family structure and help me take care of my handicapped brother. I'm... not sure if those are self-centered or unrealistic desires or not.
Plus.... it is highly suspected I have Aspergers, possibly Dyslexia, although I have never been formally diagnosed. I have definitely had depression and anxiety issues. And... I am also a major loner in some ways. I love my personal space. But... I still crave human contact sometimes, in some ways.
I'm... not sure if anybody has any relateable stories or any insights they want to offer/share. Please feel free to let me know if you do... or if you want me to clarify/expand anything about what I've typed here. ^^;
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