Where you just wonder whether you'll end up a sad, lonely spinster alone?
My taste in men is clearly horrific. No matter how focussed I am on assessing every bit of their being, I always end up with some kind of controlling/manipulative twit.
So, I'm at a point now where I'm wondering if I'll ever meet somebody decent. If I'll ever have children. If I'll ever have a happily ever after.
It upsets me when people keep saying "You're young, stop worrying" (I'm 25), because although I may be young, it doesn't take away the desires I have or the emptiness I feel and the longing I have to have a child. I've even started to look at adoption.
Sucks.