At times, like in THIS post, I want to be a housewife.
Other times? I want to be alone. An author living in a condo by myself, writing books and short stories. Visiting my nieces and nephews, but returning to my space happily. Sort of how my aunt did it. (Is doing it).
It's very hard to reconcile those two desires.
I say all this to say: I broke up with my boyfriend because I freaked and didn't want to be married. Now? I'm afraid I'll die alone. Even tho alone is mainly how I like to be.
Maybe I need therapy. lol.
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Most people feel as you do; it's just not mentioned. Give it some thought. Pray about it, ask God for wisdom. The right decision is before you.
I'm a loner. I have panic attacks if I have company too long, but, I'm glad I married my husband; who is my best friend.
You know... since writing this post I've come across so many people on the internet who feel the same way (at times). It's heartening to know I'm not just crazy, and that these are legit feelings that many before me and many after me will have. There's hope for me yet! lol
I feel this way nine out of ten times.
writing books and short stories sounds delightful.
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