I stood in the hallway of my flat seven years ago and said to God:
"I am 40 years old. Am I ever going to have a girlfriend, get married and have kids? Because if I am not, then please remove these desires from my very being"
Actually, it was more of a petulant outburst with fists punching the sky.
7 years later I type these words as a married man with 3 children. God often reminds me of that time in my hallway when I get angry at the missus for overspending at Primark on vanity products and the kids have defaced my precious wallpaper with violent scribbles, wretched creature that I am.