Left behind in the game called life...

Ever sit around and wonder where you lost your way? I do that sometimes. I love the life I have now, but I remember having goals, plans, dreams. Where did they all go?? Some where along the way they got lost.
When I was 17-18 I wanted to be in the Airforce. I wanted to contribute to my country, and see the world. I wanted to do it all on my own. I was fearless.
Then, and I think this is where I lost my way, I met him. He made me think that I wanted something else. Really all he did was control me for 4 years and make me lose that sense of self. Then night he left, I fell apart. I didnt know who I was as a single person. I had long since stopped being able to identify who I was. If you look back the the origins of this blog, thats where it all began. I was a mess.
Now I have, not only, not accomplished the things I wanted then, but they are out of the question. I see all my friends (and my sister) getting married, having babies, and having lives. As far as I can see thats not happening for me. I have a beautiful boyfriend, whom I love dearly, but wonder if he will ever be ready to take that step into the realm of forever. For the first time in my life I really want all those things my friends, and sister, are getting. Why is it that I do indeed feel like I have been left behind?
I mean I practically foam at the mouth when some one shows me their engagement ring, or their happy lives. I just want that. I always told my family I would never get married, at that point I wanted a bigger than life carreer, like maybe the FBI or CIA or carreer military. Then I decided I wanted to go to Police Academy. None of that happened. Then for four years I had a boyfriend who had every woman on the side that you can imagine, and I didnt know about it til after the fact. He had everyone convinced that he was the best thing in the world. But really all he was doing was hurting me the whole time.
Now that I finally have some one I trust, why cant I just be happy living with him, seeing him every day, waking up with him in the morning? Why do I feel so jealous that every one else is getting married? Why do I want that now, when I never really wanted it before?
Why do I feel like super bitch when I mention this to him. Though he really takes it all so well and in stride. He never gets weirded out or walks away when I start freakin myself out. Why cant i just be happy, being.....
Why do I feel so left behind????
PS Im sorry if this sounded whiny. Some times I get depressed and todays been my day.

always the bridesmaid....

Ever heard that old saying, "always the bridesmaid, never the bride"? That would be me. Why is it that Ive had these super long relationships, and nothing as of yet has ever really materialized? My older sister however, is on her second marriage in the term of these six years of my relationships. Is there something I am doing wrong that the men I have loved and the one I love now, has no interest in a marriage type future?

Im feeling like the eternal bridesmaid at the moment. Lisa, and three of my other friends all got engaged over the last weekend. Im kinda like, ok when is it gonna be my turn. I know that I am gonna be with Adam, but why do I feel like this? Why do I feel like I wanna pull my hair out every time a girlfriend or sister (lisa) flashes their pretty little ring in my face!

I am now dealing with her sending pictures of her trying on wedding gowns! Damnit! I just want to scream:

"YOU CANT HAVE THIS HUGE, CRAZY WEDDING THAT YOU SHOULD ONLY HAVE THE RIGHT TO ON YOUR FIRST WEDDING! YOU ARENT A VIRGIN, DONT WEAR WHITE! YOU CANT MAKE ME BE THE BLUSHING BRIDESMAID AND DAMNIT ITS MY TURN TO GET MARRIED NOT YOURS! THIS IS FREAKING RIDICULOUS!"

But the calm side of me isnt saying it! I just hate that Ive put so much time into being in serious relationships, and each time I get left in the cold. Not that Im not in a great relationship now, I am. I just have to wait and whine and cry, then hopefully one day I will be the one that is getting married. You know that shes so damn happy and she knows how I wish it were me. But it will never really matter because she will always be the one that gets the goods.

I guess I should settle in to the idea that I will always be the bridesmaid, and never be the bride. What really bothers me is that when it is my turn, my family will have already lost the luster of the beautiful ceremony because my sister has beat it in the ground twice!!!!!!! GRRRR!