My Perfect Love Life - Judgement & Perception.

My Dear Stranger,

Growing up, I learned early

that the relationship between love, happiness, and belonging is never as simple as people make it sound.

It looks clear from a distance—almost mathematical—yet becomes deeply complicated the moment you live inside it.

Simple in theory.

Heavy in practice.

As time passed, I began to notice how the world quietly trains us to measure life through borrowed standards.

Invisible checklists.

Inherited timelines.

Unspoken expectations.

A minimum requirement, they call it—

to define who we are,

where we should be by now,

and what our future must look like to be considered acceptable.

Success, according to this script, lists a particular purpose:

a perfect family,

a visible partner,

financial proof,

social approval,

and happiness displayed neatly enough to reassure everyone watching.

These standards are passed down like sacred truths—

from generation to generation—

until they become doctrine.

They judge.

They rank.

They assign value.

They decide who is “right” and who has gone astray.

There are rules for love.

Deadlines for marriage.

Instructions for wealth.

Formulas for winning life.

Manuals on how to conquer the world and call it purpose.

My Dear Stranger,

I now understand that many people believe I chose the wrong life.

They think I’m lost.

That I live in darkness.

I hide behind my work to escape loneliness.

That I am too quiet to be loved, too different to belong.

That my life deserves pity.

They assume I have never known love, peace, or joy.

They believe I failed as a woman for not forming a “complete” family,

for walking a path that looks unfamiliar,

for choosing a life that does not fit their version of God’s plan.

But here is what they could not see.

I have love.

And I have life.

Not the kind that performs well in public—

but the kind that sustains me in private.

Have a love that is steady, patient, and faithful.

A love that does not leave when I am quiet.

A love that does not demand proof.

A love that knows me fully—and stays.

I have a best friend who is unfailingly loyal.

A presence that listens without judgment.

A heart that understands even what I cannot explain.

With Him, I am rich beyond measurement.

With Him, I lack nothing.

I live an imperfect, honest, and deeply peaceful life.

A life built around doing what I love.

A life where I can give, not perform.

A life where I can open my heart without fear of abandonment.

A life where safety is not conditional.

A life where anxiety loosens its grip.

A life where I am allowed to grow.

To learn.

To heal.

To become.

I have found myself.

I have accepted myself.

And in doing so, I found freedom.

This life has taught me that timelines are meaningless when love is real.

That success looks different when peace is present.

That giving will always outshine receiving.

That sacrifice, when rooted in love, is never a loss.

My love story may not resemble the world’s fairy tales—

But it is mine.

And it is miraculous.

This journey—

with my perfect Father,

my truest companion,

my unwavering refuge—

has shaped me into who I am today.

And for the first time,

I know with quiet certainty:

I am not wrong.

I am not lost.

I am deeply loved.

Your stranger,

Vie