That year, I was 41 years old, and my girlfriends all got married one after another, leaving me alone to become a representative of this group of "leftover women". People say that when a woman is over thirty, it is like passing the expiration date, and I, who have passed forty, have not yet found the person who can accompany me for the rest of my life. The anxiety and uneasiness in my heart haunt me all the time.
One day, I searched for "41-year-old married" on social **, and the posts and comments that appeared made me feel heavy without exception. Everyone talked about it, saying, "At this age, shouldn't you enjoy life alone?" "A woman's independence is the most beautiful". But I know in my heart that I am really in a hurry to get married, and I am really afraid that I will miss the childbearing period.
I sat in front of the window and watched the crowd rush by. I remembered the beautiful fantasies I had about marriage when I was a child, and I used to think that I would have a happy family before the age of 30. But the years are ruthless, and there is always an invisible gap between dreams and reality.
As I watched my young mother pass by with a stroller, I suddenly felt a pang of sadness. I also dreamed that I could accompany my children growing up and share those bits and pieces about life. But now, I can only silently watch the happiness of others, and feel an indescribable bitterness.
In order to get rid of this anxiety and stress, I try to participate in various blind date activities. However, every time I come out, I am still alone. People began to persuade me, saying that "fate has not arrived", "marriage is not the only exit to happiness", and so on. However, I have never been able to shake off the helplessness of being squeezed by time.
On social **, I saw that the topic of "leftover women" has been hotly discussed. We are encouraged to be independent and strong, and we are advised not to be too anxious. However, every time I see people who have reached the threshold of happiness sharing their family lives, my anxiety is even stronger.
One day, I came across an article online about the marriage story of a woman in her 40s. With her tenacious attitude and optimistic attitude, she finally ushered in her own happiness. This story gave me hope and made me understand that time may not be the only yardstick, but mentality determines everything.
So, I started to slowly adjust my mentality. I told myself that marriage is not the only value of life, and that life can miss a certain stage for various reasons, but that doesn't mean that life is insignificant. I tried to become more independent and confident and learn to enjoy the beauty of being single.
Time passed slowly, and I found that the anxiety in my heart gradually faded. Perhaps, I haven't met the person I've been with all my life yet, but I'm beginning to understand that happiness doesn't depend on whether or not to get married, but on how we treat our lives. Perhaps, fate will give me a beautiful surprise at some inadvertent moment.
This is a real and touching story about the inner struggles and growth of a 41-year-old woman on the road to marriage. She ushered in a new recognition of herself in anxiety, learned to be independent and confident, and enjoyed the beauty of single life. Through this story, I hope it can resonate with readers, so that everyone who is looking for marriage can face their lives more calmly and calmly.
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