Where is my wife?

I’m 32 years old. Despite the fact that I don’t look it, it is my reality.

I have been engaged. I have been called wifey and wife (and there is a difference). I have been given rings. I have purchased one ring…But look at me now. I’m single.

I have crushed. I have fucked. I have loved. I have moved. I have sacrificed. I have hurt. I have recovered…But still I’m single.

And while there is nothing wrong with being single, I can’t help but think I’m too old for this shit.

Where is my wife?

When my last girlfriend spoke of us getting married, I told her I didn’t want to be engaged. I just want to be married. Don’t promise me forever and not fulfill it.

*thinking* I can’t remember one person I have ever referred to as my spouse. When I was engaged to him, I did not call him my husband. I walked around with the ring on my finger and a bridal book in my bag and still he was not my husband. The word fiancee exists because being engaged and being a spouse is not the same.

I have had eight girlfriends. And all eight of them have discussed marriage with me. All of them. Even the ones I didn’t see forever with, saw forever with me…

But still I’m single…

…At 32..

*sigh*

Where is my wife?


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