Posted by:
confusedgirl
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Date: March 07, 2011 04:07PM
I am a recent convert, having joined the church less than a year ago. I have been engaged for even less time than that.
I thought I was happy. I really did. I thought I loved the church. I was very depressed before; I thought the church brought me out of it. I thought my fiance was so different from all those other guys--he didn't try to sleep with me; he didn't leave me when I didn't just want to be a one-night stand; he wanted to commit to me.
Then I started having horrible anxiety. I started looking up church history, things about polygamy, etc. I started getting nervous but I ignored it. I started fighting with my fiance, prompting him to say that I needed to 'grow in the gospel' more. I started having panic attacks at night--night terrors, really.
I want children. I want marriage, and I want love. I don't want a divorce. I want security. But at what price? Since I graduated from college a few months ago, I have landed the lead in a play at a professional theater. I was in a commercial and did some modeling. I won a national scholarship award for my research. I won a songwriting competition. I graduated at the top of my class at an Ivy League school and won the award for my department and my thesis. I got my dream job, a full time salaried position with benefits. I have started writing for several publications. I say these things not to brag--at all--but because until now I never felt good about myself. I thought I couldn't do anything. I just wanted someone to love me. Now I'm scared that marriage won't let me do those things. My fiance thinks that pride is wrong and that those things are nice and wonderful but not important. He very much wants children. I want them but that's not the focus of my life, at least not right now. He wants me to be passionate about homemaking and I care about it but I'd never be satisfied with just that. I love him and he loves me, but he's afraid I'm not spiritual enough. I'm just afraid of what will happen if we break up. I'll be all alone again, maybe depressed again. I won't have anyone to lean on. Everyone will make fun of me, will think I'm a failure because I couldn't keep him. I'll have given up on something yet again. I'll go home alone every night, maybe never even get married. I might not do well anymore. Maybe I am too prideful.
I want to go to graduate school, to write, to perform, to volunteer, to start a nonprofit, to adopt children, to be a teacher and an artist, maybe a professor someday. I want to grow spiritually. Maybe even go to seminary, become a minister. I want to travel. But I also want lifelong love. Does it have to be one or the other?