My friend, take heed to the advice given you. Better to be single and longing for the right person than married to the wrong person. I finally married the "right person" two weeks before my 50th birthday, but endured 24 years of intimidation and fear because I was settled for whoever was willing when I "heard my biological clock ticking." While I cannot allow myself regret because that would mean regretting my three wonderful children and three adorable grandchildren that resulted from that abysmal marriage, I still castigate myself from time to time for my impatience and wish I had chosen better for the sake of my children (who would have been different, I know, but they didn't ask to be born into the situation into which I put them - and for that, I feel solely responsible).
I wish to Heaven someone had taken me aside when I was impetuous and impatient and told me this: "Don't marry someone you can live with; marry the one you can't live without."
I know you've heard it (and perhaps even said it to yourself ad nauseum
), but please be patient, my friend, and don't try to do God's work for Him. Meanwhile, I shall