So for lent I decided to give up romance
novels, and last week was Easter so I was able to go back to them. I decided
not to. I was able to think and realise why I read them and why they became so
important in my life.
For one, they were a great way to pass
time. If I was sitting around and wanted to read something that didn’t require
too much brain power, I would read a romance novel. Most are simply written and
rarely do I read one that I end up perplexed and have to go back and re-read
passages.
And as a single woman they were a way to
fulfill a fantasy. I’m not shy; I’ll admit it. I would read those books and
picture myself with a man like that and if I’d be happy with him. Some men were
too alpha for me, some were too weak, some just too perfect and others too
flawed. There were a few that I thought I could see myself with and found
myself looking for that man instead of looking at the men in my life. I would
put those characters on a pedestal and forget they were fiction. It was
dangerous and I didn’t realise I was doing it until I stopped reading the
books.
As for how the removal helped my
relationship, it didn’t. But that’s okay. The end of any relationship sucks and
hurts but if I didn’t learn anything from it, it would be for naught. And I learned
that men in real life are soooo different than book characters and if I had the
choice I’d pick real men every time. I learned that men aren’t as cognizant
about things as I am, but that doesn’t mean they care any less. It just means
they think differently.
I take this back. I AM ready, but it wasn't the right time with the right person. Someday it will be, and that's because God will say so, not me.
I am incredibly thankful for this
experience, and grateful I am able to continue my life without romance novels. Oh
I’m sure I’ll read one here and there, but for now I’ll just focus on other
things.
Thank you for reading my life journeys.
I can’t do this without you. Any of you.
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