I have come to the realization lately that I am not the girl that winds up with a husband or kids.
I have come to accept that just may be my fate.
I would love to blame it on my hyper-independence, but I do not think that’s it.
Yes I like being single. Yes I do want a relationship. I know I am not ruined for the next person. But finding that next person is like finding a needle in a haystack.
I know I give off the energy to be that “crazy aunt Bri”, but I know I have that capacity to be the best mom and wife ever. I know I have so much love to give, yet I have met no one who deserves what I have to offer.
It is not me just being picky, but I know I get to be picky.
I am 27 years old and I am not wasting my time. The people I allow into my life need to add to my happiness, not diminish it. So yes, I am picky- we all are. Because I know quality people when I meet them and I will not waste my time for just anyone. The saying is true, “…everyone is going to hurt you. You just have to find the ones worth suffering for”.
Even with that quote, do I know who is worth it anymore?
I thought I knew my mind best. NOPE. Lies.
For the most part I would hope I know who to trust and who I thought was worth suffering for. But I do not trust my instincts anymore. My instincts have failed me.
So how I do I recover and trust myself again?