I could be you. We are almost exactly the same age (and I’m very much 36 not almost 37!) and like you all I wanted was marriage and children.
I sob almost every single day because of the physical ache of wanting biological children and feeling it’s slipping out of my grasp. I’ve been depressed for many years about it now and although I’ve travelled, I’ve got tonnes of friends, had incredible hobbies pre lockdown, an amazing career, my own home (with two empty bedrooms that make me cry), I’m an auntie and an adoptive auntie, I volunteer, have an amazing career etc etc...I want children. I want a husband.
We are allowed to want that. I tried to make it go away it doesn’t.
The sperm donor route is absolutely not an option for me. My family and community are religious and not English, I’d be ostracised and I personally wouldn’t agree with it anyway.
I am open to adopting as a single person. But not to solve my unhappiness. That’s far too much pressure to put on a baby or child who has already had a rough start to life.
The lockdown has been tough. It’s made us more introspective than usual perhaps? And dating options are limited...maybe that’s why you already think of both of us as 37 and “late 30s”? We’ve been cheated out of the best part of a year when we were already on a timescale that was sensitive and imperative that we got a move on with.
It’s not a fact that it’s too late for a husband and children. It just isn’t. It’s also not a fact that we are 37. It’s not a fact that it will never happen for us. It might be true that marriage and motherhood aren’t any happier than this. Like me, I doubt you’ll feel that makes a difference or is helpful information.
I’ve wrestled with all of this for years and it’s stolen my happiness. I regret that.
I’d agree gratitude etc is important and focussing on other non relationship but meaningful goals.
HOWEVER.
The only way you will definitely never be a wife or mother is by deciding now you aren’t even going to try.
I want it. I can’t not be a mum. It’s not an option. And I will fight for it. I advise you to too.
Whether I meet a good man to marry and have biological children with or I adopt or both, I need to be mentally fit, physically fit and deal with all this past trauma. I can sort that out now, in this lockdown, as much as possible.
I think the real reason I’m single is attachment and childhood trauma, childhood emotional neglect and specifically my father and my brother’s treatment of me (like I was invisible or they’d prefer me not to exist) from babyhood. I learned men did not like me. I learned I was “unlovable”. So I lived a life like that...not looking for love, real love. Abandoning myself. And all of that shit about being unlovable wasn’t even true in the first place. I don’t need to take on my father and brother’s sickness and lack of warmth.
So...right now, here’s where we are.
We want to be married and we want children.
We have a need to be a wife and to mother and nurture.
So what I’m trying damn hard to do is be MY life partner and love me the way I deserve. I’m mothering and loving and guiding that little girl inside me who wasn’t nurtured, or protected or seen.
I’m healing my attachment trauma. I’m doing the Freedom Programme. I’m devouring self help books. I’m focussing on my faith and my relationship with God.
And.
I’m getting ready to seriously, seriously date as soon as this lockdown is properly over. None of the Tinder shit. Serious, with a view to marriage only, dating. I’m clear on my boundaries, what I’m looking for, what I won’t tolerate.
Back in December I was suicidal over this. It’s not an option now. Seriously, what a waste of a fucking life if I’d have killed myself without putting 100% into my dreams. Cos they aren’t ridiculous dreams. They are still possible and achievable and there are tens of thousands of other people in the world who manage exactly what we want. Why the hell shouldn’t it be us?!
I’m not going to tell you how to stop wanting these things. I’m going to tell you to heal and then just bloody well go for it. It’s too early to give up. FACT.