Hen Parties, Weddings, Babies and Other Single-Girl-Nightmares

There is something inevitable about the fact that people around you will start getting married and falling pregnant when you are most miserably single. The timing is usually so perfect that you are not only without a boyfriend when you are invited to a wedding but also, all single guy friends go on holidays or business trips who you had counted on as possible pretend-partners for the event.

This Summer I am breaking all my previous records: 4 hen nights, 4 weddings, 4 newborn babies in my closest surroundings. And here I am typing along in an empty flat, feeling ever so sorry for myself. I'm hating it. I want to be truly happy for all this happiness knowing that one day I will experience something similar. But it's very hard to not think about the emptiness that fills my heart when each weekend I witness another couple declaring their ever lasting passion to each other in a public display.

I so wish I could have a magic mirror and peep into the future. Into this time, in 3 years'. Or 5 or 10. And see for a second whether hoping and making an effort is worth the trouble or not. See if I could stop agonising over whether one day I will deserve to feel the best thing in the world: to be in love or if that opportunity has already slipped trough my fingers for good.