It was the writer Anton Chekhov who said, “If you don’t want loneliness, don’t marry.”
I don’t want to obsess about this, because if it will happen, then it shall happen. On the other hand, I have to guard against marrying for the wrong reasons to the wrong person. I’d rather be alone for the rest of my life than to be tied to the strings of someone who doesn’t get me, who doesn’t share and enjoy the way I see the world. Because then I would come to hate my partner, myself, and the unbridgeable distance between us.
I refuse to settle for any other reason than love. Otherwise, why marry in the first place? Anything less than love would be setting myself up for a lifetime of loneliness. I love (and respect!) my own person too much to subject myself to that.
