Clearly, these posters need to get off their high horses.
You may think they are on their high horses, but it’s really the gospel truth.
If your sadness comes from feeling worthless as a man because every single woman you’ve met has judged you as such, then why wouldn’t being in the presence of a woman who thinks you’re the most important person in her life lessen that sadness?
**1. Every single woman doesn’t think you are worthless–they just think you aren’t the right one for them to eat dinner with for the next 50 years. There is a considerable difference between “worthless” and “not right for me.”
- Once you’re married, keeping your spouse the most important person in your life is not at all automatic. It is easy to put a boss first, a fun coworker first, friends first, kids first, etc. Worse yet, non-persons (like the internet or sports or whatever) will sometimes seem to be more important. Do not assume that marriage guarantees you a continual cheering section of one.
There will not infrequently be times when your spouse thinks that you are being selfish and stupid and when you think that your spouse is being selfish and stupid. Not a lot of times, hopefully, but they will happen. **
Why would you dismiss the value of having someone who relies on you for emotional support, and who wants you to rely on her for emotional support, as well?
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That cancels out, you know.
They carry you, but you also have to carry them.
Plus all your kids, of course.
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Perhaps there are people on this forum who have forgotten (or maybe never knew) the loneliness, self-doubt, and anguish that comes from prolonged singlehood. Perhaps there are some who even long for the days when they could cry themselves to sleep in the dark, lonely nights, wondering how long it would take for people to notice if they didn’t wake up in the morning. Perhaps they never wondered why it was so easy for some people to find someone to open their hearts, or if the fact that they couldn’t meant that they were a terrible person. Perhaps these feelings never drove them to the depths of depression where a person starts praying for death and to be spared resurrection, because life seems like boundless pain and who in their right mind could want more of that?
**I remember being sad about being single and it seemed like a million years even though objectively it wasn’t that long.
But, interestingly, I found my husband right after one of the socially richest and most productive times of my life, when I had very strong friendships and was working very hard to serve others. (I had just finished up two years overseas as a Peace Corps volunteer.)
I do not think that that was a coincidence that I found my husband right after I’d had a lot of success being single. Not that I never felt lonely or sad, but it’s one of the times in my life that I’m proudest of**
Yes, I’m sure married life is difficult, but don’t for an instant try to tell me or anyone else that single life isn’t just as difficult or more.