I think the cliches are harmful.
I get mad when people parrot them at me. I know they’re just meant to try and encourage us single folk but more often than not they’re just frustrating and pointless.
I think many of the cliches can be harmful. However, I can tell you that it is very often true that you will meet your spouse when you least expect it.
I met my dh 16 months after a broken engagement with my ex. He had turned out to be addicted to drugs, which he was doing behind my back, and I never even knew! He then broke up with me because I wanted him to get treatment.
The breakup left me suicidal and praying for death every day. It also catapulted me into serious hormonal breakdown, and my physical health greatly suffered. I went through a year of serious therapy and also attended the wonderful A-anon group. So a year later I was able to cope, but I still desperately hoped my ex would somehow find his way home to me. Then, a year after the breakup, my mother became ill and I left my job to return home to care for her.
One day my friend invited me out for her going away party. I was very sad as I had moved back home to be with my mother and had few friends, yet now one of my few friends was moving away! I told her I’d be late as I had to go to the gym and really I was weary and sad about saying goodbye. Well when I got there, I met her work colleagues, one of whom became my husband.
He was everything I thought I didn’t want. He wasn’t effusive; he didn’t talk about his emotions all the time; he didn’t tell me sad stores about his trials and he talked a lot into sports*. So for a long time I struggled. He and I had a massive connection, but I kept questioning it because he did not meet any of the items on my list. So I was really torn. Yet there was something very strong there. I was also still in love with my ex, I guess. However, he got under my skin and I fell in love. I threw out the list and enjoyed our relationship as he carried me through an eating disorder, through ill health, through family problems. We laughed together; we traveled together; he held me through the storms; we even found sports we both enjoyed. He became my rock, and eventually, my husband.
So please don’t give up. I was sure that I would be alone forever after my ex and I split. So much so that I planned to devote my life to friends, family and career. Yet life threw me a curveball and now I have a husband who adores me, supports me, loves me and has proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that he can shelter us through any storm.
- I used to go for the “tortured artist” type. Such people are very often all air and no substance.