I’m 43 and unmarried. I’ve come to accept that as best I can — and I’m all right, for the most part. The way I look at it is “well, this is better than an unhappy marriage, and certainly better than a divorce.”
But let’s face it — a good marriage would be better than any of those options.
And there is the issue of living only for myself — and that’s not how people are designed.
In fact, after my last breakup (four years ago), I had to fight to shut off my protective instinct for my ex-girlfriend. I was deeply worried about her, and wanted to make sure she got herself settled and would be all right.
When she was all right, I had to stop trying to help her (we were split up, after all), even though I found it deeply satisfying — as all men and women do when they focus on helping others.
Being able to do what I want when I want does have its advantages. I don’t pretend, however, that that’s my purpose in life. Fortunately, I have my faith …
