At 36 and single, I’m feeling okay about life. I was never the girl that dreamed of marriage. However, by this age I assumed I would be married with kids. Most days I don’t think about being single; it’s just what my life is. But there are some days when I find myself thinking about it often. The past couple of months have been a string of those days.
I live in Baton Rouge. In case you’re not aware, there was a serious flood here in August. It completely devastated my city and the surrounding areas. There are about 200,000 people who have been affected in one way or another. I, unfortunately am one of those people. I’ve lost most of my furniture, my home and my vehicle. As you can imagine, this season has been beyond overwhelming. In the midst of all the chaos, I’ve thought many times how husband sure would be handy. Not handy in the sense that he would fix everything — although I’m not opposed to that! — but more that I’d have someone to walk through this hardship with.
I know God is always with me, but sometimes I need a tangible reminder, a flesh and blood person to hug and cry with. The season isn’t the only difficult one I’ve navigated alone, but it has been one of the most devastating. It seems as though every time I turn around, I’m dealing with some new consequence from the flood.
Honestly, it’s exhausting. I’m physically, mentally and spiritually drained. I’d like to come home to someone who understands and who’s with me every step of the way. But, I don’t have that, and I don’t know if I’ll ever have that. So, where does that leave me? And if you’re in a similar position, where does that leave you?
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