Hey,

I couldn’t agree more with your article.

My parents brought my sisters and myself to be very mature for our age, and by age 20 I was seriously searching for a wife. The problem was that no one I knew in the Christian community took me seriously. Almost everyone burst out laughing when I announced my plan to marry by age 22 (my sister married when she was 22). Christians I knew told me I was acting foolishly just because I was mature enough to handle a romantic marital relationship.

It’s pretty sad, because when I graduated from high school I imagined that me and my three closest friends would find women to marry in the next 4 years, and begin a serious career. Instead, one of my friends moved to Quebec and started sleeping with tons of party girls there, my other friend became a drunkard, and my third friend started meeting up in a public park for gay sex with men he barely knew. I was left all by myself wondering if I really was mad for being mature enough to marry at a young age, or whether the world was going mad.

Anyway, after 4 years of searching for a wife, I have become incredibly cynical, depressed, and frustrated that all my efforts that I have put in to find someone have not let to a fruitful marriage. I don’t know whether I should keep trying, or just give up.