Which is very unfortunate for certain things. (Warning, this is a very personal post…read at your own discretion) IF, for some miraculous reason, someone would ever want to marry me, I would want it to last forever…till death do us part. Call me naïve. My life has turned into a catch-22. I would love to get married and have children, with the right person who would be silly enough to stay with me. Let’s face it, I’ve made it rather difficult for that to possibly happen, especially with my current lifestyle. I only want it to happen once, but I can’t control how the other person feels and wouldn’t want to. My parents are divorced and it still has an affect on me. Once upon a time, it almost happened for me. The fact that I called off a wedding with a month to spare may be a deal breaker for anyone remotely interested in me, and I can understand. To this day, I don’t regret my decision of not going through with it. Somehow I could see into the future and see the relationship not lasting. My friends knew we weren’t right for each other and were happy about my decision. I had not ruled children out of the question and I couldn’t see him as the kind of father that I wanted. Plus, I fell out of love and I wanted more out of life. I want to travel the world and would love to have someone to experience those moments with me, but I just don’t see it happening. One time I became a caged bird and gave up many things, changed who I was, for a guy. The life was sucked out of me. (That relationship has made me appreciate, and only go for, the truly/genuinely nice guys.) Since then, I have made a vow to myself that I would never let that happen again. Tired of experiencing heartbreaks...
You have one life, make the most of it. You're never too young, or old, to have a "bucket list"...it only counts if you actually work on your list.
"If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours." ~Henry David Thoreau
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