Get married, have kids, and then find out he's not the one. Because of this fear, you either choose for too long and cannot understand “he or not” in any way and remain alone. Or you don’t enter into a relationship at all, trying to guess from the first dates.
The problem is based on several misperceptions:
💟There is he, the same one, intended only for you, one partner. Only he will make you happy. And it is necessary to choose from billions of men only not to be mistaken.
Such responsibility is unbearable, really very scary.
💟There is an idea that you can NOT make a mistake. That there are some 100% true signs that he is the one over there.
💟There are no soul mates. Indeed, there are many men who suit you in one way or another. And then it's a matter of approach to relationships and a little luck.
“The one” is the one who made a choice in favor of you, develops and is open for trust and discussion. There is one serious minus - you have to be the same yourself.
💟 Having the experience of a relationship that ended is not a mistake. This is an experience. We are all living people and what may seem attractive to us today may cause serious doubts about the choice in a year. And that's okay, that's how experience is gained.
And there are two of you in a relationship. And even if you are sure that you have chosen the right one, this does not mean that your partner will think so of you.
If girls hadn’t been fed fairy tales from childhood about the only and inimitable ideal prince once and for all their lives .. Otherwise, we have it all the time ... From generation to generation, and if I suddenly made a mistake .. It’s my own fault, she chose it .. She is to blame all around .. And if she made a mistake and gave birth to children from him by "mistake" .. Then in general you can start to sprinkle ashes on your head .. And this mentality is ineradicable to the end ... You will still encounter one way or another .. Who will send more steadily condemning, and who from childhood was brought up on the basis of "ideality" .. For those, SHAME AND GUILT blooms like a May garden of lilacs ...