All I Ever Wanted

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When I was in my 20s, all I wanted was to go on a date and have the guy tell me that he was looking for a wife. I remember getting all dressed up to go on what seemed like a million first dates and pretty much having made up my mind by the end of the night as to whether or not he was “the one”. Disappointed each time after I realized early on that the guy was not on the same page as me with regard to a relationship and commitment. I remember countless times professing that “I’m not dating just to date. I’m dating to find a husband.” We spent a decade….and by we, I mean me (myself and I) looking for love at every turn. That’s how it is in your 20s, though. What I’ve ultimately found out was, that I wasted 10 good years, worth of 20s looking for love in all the wrong places. And sometimes in the right places, just at the wrong time. What I’ve found out from myself and women like me was that in my 20s, my view was somewhat out of proportion for what I thought would make me happy.

In my 20s, all I wanted was to be married.

In my 20s, all I wanted was to be in love.

In my 20s, all I wanted was companionship

In my 20s, all I wanted was a husband.

In my 20s, all I wanted was to be settled down.

In my 20s, all I wanted was someone to call my own.

In my 20s, all I wanted was to be his only one.

In my 20s, all I wanted was to be good enough.

In my 20s, all I wanted was to be his wife.

In my 20s, all I wanted was someone to come home to.

In my 30s, all I want is to establish myself in my career and find a man whose hustle matches my hustle. Period.

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