An Open Letter to My Future Wife

An Open Letter to My Future Wife

Everything I do is for you and the life that we will someday share together as husband and wife with our children.

To the woman whom I will someday call wife,

I do not know who you are, where you currently reside, or if you have even been born yet. You could be the literal girl next door or you could be from some village halfway across the world in Moscow. But I love you. More than anything, I love you, and long for the day that we will someday meet. Life is unhappy. I am unhappy. Everyone I know struggles with regret, sorrow, and unfulfilled dreams. Have you ever met anyone who was ever truly happy? I have not. Everywhere I look there is nothing but human brokenness, deceit, and lies. People taking advantage of one another. Women throwing themselves at the few assholes at the top of the percentile who use their wealth, prestige, and status to have sex whereas average males like me are treated like insurance policies. It bothers me greatly, not because I want that sort of life - far from it - but because it makes me feel hopeless, like women will never love me, like I am less of a man...

Life is unhappy. I now understand what the Scriptures meant when they said that all is vanity. I am blessed that God has enabled me to see through the lies and deceit of the world, of a broken, secular, and post-capitalist world that has abandoned family, God, and tradition upon the altar of moral relativism and degeneracy. One that lacks purpose, meaning, and direction. There is nothing more I want in this world than to be a loving husband and father, to have my own family and know that I built something real and meaningful in the end. I have always had a soft spot in my heart for girls. I would love to have three or four daughters together. I long for the day that we will build our family together. I am convinced that this is the only thing that will truly make me happy in life; the only thing that will truly give me any sense of purpose, meaning, and fulfillment. To know that I am serving God through being a husband and father, building something real and meaningful. I long for that day when I will be an old man looking upon my huge family and all of my granddaughters, watching them grow into beautiful young women, getting married, and having children of their own.

That is the reason why I get out of bed every morning. That is the single hope that keeps me driven. The one thing that keeps me from despair. It is the dream of being able to share a life with you. To be your husband. To be a father to our children together. To be able to love, cherish, and take care of you and our daughters with all of my heart and to ensure the future of our descendants. That is the reason why I graduated high school as valedictorian and student of the year. That is the reason why I possess a 4.0 GPA in college. That is ultimately the reason why I will put on that uniform of the United States Marine Corp after college as an officer and serve our country, not because I believe the lies that servicemen tell themselves. But because I want the skills necessary to be able to protect you and our glorious little girls whom I always think about. Everything I do is for you and the life that we will someday share as husband and wife with our children.

At the time of writing this letter, the holiday season is just around the corner. I always think of you especially around Christmas. There is just something so...magical, about that time of the year. I have always wanted to get married in the winter, and whenever the Christmas Canon plays I imagine that long-anticipated moment when you will step out in your white dress and we will share our dance together, knowing that the moment we anticipated for so long has finally arrived. Between you and I, I even cry about this often, alone at night in my room praying to God. I want for the future to come already. I want to begin our lives together. I want to start a family. That is why I am so opposed to political leftism with a burning, ontological fury. Through progressive social engineering and the normalization of degeneracy they have kept us apart for so long, forcing us to wait until a later age before we can finally get married and start our lives together.

The world is a very lonely place. The writings of Dostoevsky are my only solace along with the future hope of meeting you and getting married. Somehow this world seems a lot less lonely knowing that you are out there somewhere, that I am not truly alone...That your parents are out there, and that they are on my side as well because every good parent wants for their future son-in-law to succeed, since the fate of their daughter depends upon it...I think about you often; do you ever think about me? I hope you do not mind that I am virgin and waiting until marriage. Chances are you will be as well, since I'm assuming you will be deeply religious like I am. I long for our wedding night. It is the single most anticipated night of my life. I long for that moment when you will perform a sexy little belly dance for me in the hotel room and we will get to work making our future daughters. That can be my wedding gift. I have always wanted to have a wife who will dance for me before we make love. To behold your body in all of its glory and know that it is for me and me alone. That is my ultimate consolation and the greatest gift a husband could ever receive.

Only a little while longer before we finally meet. Our lives together will have been the culmination of years of Divine fate and providence. Have you read the book of Tobit? None of this occurs by chance. It is God who will ultimately bring us together as he brings together every couple that he has ordained to be married. Be patient, my Sarah, your Tobias will soon arrive. Through the intercessions of St. Raphael, the Archangel may we soon be united. Through the dark semi-gloom of existence, it is the life that I hope to share with you someday that keeps me racing toward the finish line. You are that little bit of hope that has saved me from the brink of despair. The past is the past and I have no present. It is only a future shared with you that brings me any sort of comfort in life. The good thing about rock bottom is that there is nowhere left to go but up. Soon we will be together. Soon. I love you.

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