The choice is yours in the end, only you know what kind of sacrifices you are willing to make for a person.

Maybe my situation will give you a different perspective. I’m 33 and I had been dating my BF for 3 years when I brought up marriage and settling down. He agreed that he thought we were a good match and that it would happen “one day”. Maybe in 2 or 3 more years.

I wasn’t happy with waiting a that much longer, but I thought for him, it was worth it to wait. So I did. And for 6 months I became more and more neurotic and miserable, trying my best to hide it from myself and the world. I’d bring it up again with my BF while in tears and he’d tell me not to cry, and that everything would happen in good time.

It just so happened that after 6 months, my BF proposed to me. He had asked both sets of parents and been busy engagement ring shopping the whole time, saying “maybe one day” to me as a way to throw me off the scene of his surprise proposal.

It was only AFTER we were engaged that I could fully appreciate the dark cloud of disappointment that had clouded everything while I had been waiting for him to agree to settle down. I absolutely hated being strung along like that. (fellas, if you are reading this, please take note!) I am so much happier now.

This isn’t to say don’t wait for him! I waited, and my BF delivered, but it’s no fun living in that in-between world.