So, some of the replies on my whinging post about dating, etc. made me realize something.
I don't ask for help.
It just doesn't occur to me, when I'm trying to do something, to ask someone else for assistance, and if I hurt myself, I typically don't even ask for help then.
For instance, the stick through the foot incident: We live on 3 acres of land. Not huge, but not your typical back yard. The bushes that so maliciously attacked me were along the fence at the very back of the property. I was walking two of the dogs at the time, on leashes, because they can't be trusted not to go over the fence after a bunny or something. So, I had to limp back, with both dogs trying to help, sniffing the blood, etc. But here's the thing: *I had my cell phone with me*. I could have called the house and somebody could have come out to at least take the dogs which would have made the trip back easier. But it didn't even occur to me until my mother asked me why I didn't do it.
That's somewhat of an extreme example, I'm not usually bleeding when I do things on my own.
But it's typical. I don't ask for things. I don't ask for help. I should be able to do it myself.
I'm not the kid buttering up her parents for toys, and I'm not the kid hanging off their mothers arm screaming 'I want it!'. I'm the kid climbing up on the counter to get the dishes, or sitting there, quietly, *wanting* something and wondering why no one gives it to me. Because they should just *know* that of course I want it.
I want to get married. I want oodles of children. I want a wonderful husband that I love and who loves me back just as much.
But I've never bothered to ask. I've been alternately trying to do it myself, and sitting in my corner wondering why 'Dad' won't just give me what He knows I want.
So. I've got to learn to ask. Easier said than done, I'm guessing.