Not marriage material?

I am starting to wonder if I am marriage material. Maybe I am not, and that is the real issue at play here. It is funny, and I have written about this before that I think I am the part of some cruel joke. My sister and I always dreamed and prayed for a certain kind of life... well somewhere along the lines I think the powers that be got the lines of communication crossed. I who dreamed of the house, husband, kids, and dog have never gotten very close to attaining those things. Instead I am constantly pushed from every direction to continue with school, focus on a career, network (though I hate it), and date, date, date. The life she dreamed of, though my missing some of the glamour and ambition I think she hoped for, I have. So it might just be a cruel joke, miscommunication, or maybe I am not marriage material... I have something missing. I will only ever be the nice girl... the friend. I guess I should accept it and try to become ambitious and a millionaire or something. :-)