Just that really.
I'm not pretty (this is true fact, not just being down on myself).
My head is all kinds of fucked up, mostly going back to a very difficult birth (physically I'm recovered at last, but it's left scars on my body and mind).
I'm not what men want. Too independent and with too much complicated baggage.
I thought I'd found my forever person but 12 years later I'm on my own again. It was total chance that I met him and I can't see that happening again because my life is so different (ie small and child centred) now.
I miss having someone be kind to me or give me a hug or snuggle up to me in bed 