A feast for the eyes!

I feel ashamed and embarrassed. I know some people would want to nail me after reading just the headline but I feel this is getting out of hand. I clocked 42 last July and to be candid I’m not into any serious relationship.Just last year, our last born who works with a popular telecommunication company got married to her longtime boyfriend, leaving only me hugging ‘tubes and tyres.’ I've gone for prayers in several churches; they promised me that my husband would appear in no distant time. In fact, the last prayer house I went in a popular church, the man of God told me that ‘if he be a man of God, before the year runs out, my dream man would appear.’ Another one told me I was the architect of my predicament, saying that I've missed the opportunity. When I was in my mid 20s, I had many ‘toasters’ but they were never my dream men. I used to think my kind of guy was the tall, dark and handsome one. Preferably banker, but now they are not forthcoming. I was in a relationship with an ex footballer but I dumped him when I could no longer cope with his kind of person.. Now, I’m even ashamed of living in the same house with my parents at my age...

Please advise...