(Whoa! Two posts in one day?
What can I say...I'm an extreme person at times.)
Ever had your heart torn into pieces and then had the perpetrator dance the cha cha all over it?
There's a reason why, my friends!
Ok...this post is coming at a really random time because I wanted to write about this ages ago and then forgot. So, now that I remember, I really hope it'll give chizzuk to whomever.
Anyone remember my Green Monster post?
It's no longer up here. (There's no proof that I wrote it!! Mwahahaha)
Basically, the post was about how there was a guy I was positive I was going to marry. I obsessed over him for weeks until finally he asked around about me, and we were going to date and then marry and live happily after.
That is... only after he'd finish taking his finals, of course.
My best friend told me to cool it down. I was getting too worked up.
She was right.
Well, anyway, as I was planning our wedding,
I had a friend tell me that she's dating an amazing guy.
Totally not politically correct in the world of shidduchim, but I asked her for his name.
And then my heart sank.
It was the guy. The one who was supposedly too busy to date me because he was taking his finals.
Needless to say, I was crazy. And heart broken.
It wasn't her fault at all, but I was mad at this friend. Afterall, I was nuts. And had heart pains.
Anyway, eventually, I got over it and was super happy for her.
And super miserable for my single self.
FFWD to after I met my hubby.
I saw this friend, and we were catching up. My hubby and her hubby began talking, and then were standing in front of us.
I took one look ahead and thought "wow. My husband is so much kinder, smarter, holier, and better looking than that guy is! How could I have ever been so nuts to think that other guy would be my fiance?!"
Yeah. It was a super great moment.
I went through many heartbreaks while dating. In particular, there were four guys who I dated and wanted to marry. All four didn't want me.
Each time, it was tragic. I indulged in many gummy candies and morbid break up songs.
There're times when I ponder about what my life would've been like if I married any of those guys. And then I realize: wow. How good HaShem is! How generous and kind. How he protected me from being in a bad marriage, and how my husband is so much better than all of them combined :)
The song "ki hirbeta tovot elai, tovot elai" pops into my head. (See link below.)
We often only see HaShem's chessed in hindsight, but boy is it amazing when we see how He watches over us.
So all you singles still in solo land --
BH you'll see one day how every single heartbreak was for the best. Just keep HaShem in the picture, and daven daven daven!
BTW, all 4 of them are still single (at least, the last time I heard of them or saw them.) And Mr. Sir had another broken engagement. What a surprise.
Ok I should stop being mean.
I'm sorry. I hope all four of you bachelors get married. To amazing women. Really.
(so that those women will change you and help you stop being losers.)
Omgosh, stop it Sefardi Gal. That was SO rude.
Shabbat Shalom u'Mevorach to all :)