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AnastasiaRomano
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I think this is it, in a nutshell. Relatively few people seem to consider their early- to mid-20s as time for marriage. Instead, many see it as a time to party, enjoy the “single life,” and get established in a career. Once all of that is done, they then begin to look for the “perfect” spouse… only to find that everyone around them is pretty much the same as them, and not necessarily interested in growing up. The pool of people who are interested in growing up and making a lifetime commitment is probably much smaller, and it’s not usually the same crowd that most single 20-somethings party with.Yes, that’s quite possible. I wonder whether the pool of potential spouses–i.e. those who are willing to make a lifetime commitment–may actually be shrinking and if that’s part of the problem. I wonder if the pool of marriageables has become tainted due to societal factors, resulting in a smaller pool of potental spouses.
There’s a thought-provoking article from a few years back that ran in The Atlantic, called “Marry Him! The Case for Settling for Mr. Good Enough.” (theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2008/03/marry-him/306651/) The author’s argument is that many single people, as odd as it sounds, idealize marriage – and seek the “perfect” spouse. Of course, everyone is human, which means that perfection is basically impossible to find. Her argument goes a little too far, I think, but she makes some good points. When I was single, I met other single women who had a lengthy list of non-negotiables for their future spouse. Some of the items on this list were good (strong faith, weekly Mass attendance), but others seemed to have little correlation to a man’s marriageability (liking a certain sport, eating a certain diet, being of a certain height, having a certain hair or eye color). They desired perfection – but what if the items on that list led them to overlook the spouse God had in store for them?
FWIW, I was engaged at 21 – to the wrong man, a man who left me for another woman shortly before our wedding. When I finally did get married, I was 26 – and my husband is definitely the right man.