From my first semester back from my mission until the start of my junior year at BYU-Idaho, I prayed to meet my future husband. It’s embarrassing to admit but in my early twenties I was desperate to be somebody’s wife. I wanted it more than academics. I wanted it more than travel. I wanted it more than God’s love. I wanted it more than my own happiness. By my senior year I, fortunately, was jaded towards Mormon boys and started to love the idea of never getting married. And so far non-married life suits me well! And I think that will continue to suit me for a while. If I believed in God I could say, “He was protecting me. By preventing me from getting married at BYU-Idaho, God protected me and directed my life towards Spain.” But maybe this whole time I was protecting myself. Maybe it was me and just me directing my life towards Spain this whole time.
Ex-Mormon Exploring Europe
