thanks for sharing your thoughts onmyknees. I’m just afraid that marriage would feel more like a duty to me, like something I should do to please my family or because I want to have children (i do love kids!). I hope if it’s God’s will I’ll meet the right man who is gentle and kind like you said, yet I’m also afriad I’ll always see him in a more platonic way as a very close friend and not in the way marriage is supposed to work. I know this probably sounds funny but I dont know why I feel this way. It’s like I would love him as a person but never be in love with him. maybe that’s the reason I feel scared of sex, because I cant picture giving myself to this strange man that I don’t even know yet, and who I imagine more as a good friend. Lol. I know I’m kind of laughing at myself but it’s true. And it’s not even that I’m this asexual person since I’ve sinned in the past and I’ve also been attracted to guys. Something just changed in me since that time and Im not sure what that is. Maybe it’s true I’m not ready for marriage.
I greatly cherished my single years as well and that intimate exclusivity with God. I definitely did not want to turn a husband into an idol. I had turned a previous boyfriend into an idol and after we broke up and I gave up dating, I found that what my heart longed for more than anything was God. I had been falling for the image and reflection of God when I could have the real thing. Men would always disappointment me because they weren’t God and their love wasn’t as infinite as God’s love for me.
That said, I could never get rid of the desire to raise children and to have a family. It thought religious life was beautiful and I would have preferred it over being single forever, but my heart remained in marriage even with my fear of sex. And when I finally did write in my spiritual journal what I wanted in a man, it was very high standards for any man to acheive.
I did eventually find him. My husband wonderfully kicks me in the butt with prayer. We both encourage each other and honestly I sometimes wonder which is more intimate: praying together or having sex. Heck, sometimes praying together leads to sex which is quite ironic because these same prayers (the Liturgy of the Hours) had been a great resource and protecting our chastity while we were dating. When we were dating, if desires were stiring even in the least, suddenly my husband’s watch would go off as another hour to pray and with the length of the prayers and what not, we’d be completely cooled off and no longer tempted when we were done praying. However, now its more like “Oh I’m not interested at all.” and then we get done praying vespers and … Sort of strange that way. Granted, its not always like that. I also think its strange how loved I feel lately when he comes home with groceries (when I know he didn’t want to go grocery shopping) and then even though I know he’s tired, he’s like “I gotta take out the garbage as well.” Who would have thought my brain would translate that into “I love you” and that I’d start feeling all giddy and appreciate and affectionate feeling toward him. Its really weird.
St. Paul’s statement in Corinthians about married people having divided hearts really frightened me. I didn’t want a man competing for my heart at all. But both of us really felt that it was pleasing to God that we do marry. I do believe that marrying my husband was an act of submission to God and not negative submission at all. And submitting to my husband you could liken to submitting to the human authorities God places over us in other areas of our life. Its not always a thing of either God or them. If you have a good and holy God-center relationship, than there really is no conflict between submitting to your husband and being volunerable with him and submitting to God. In fact, submitting to your husband is a part of submitting to God.
I’m not sure if that helps, but maybe it does.