I’ve spent most of my life being desperately lonely. Only child, disinterested parents, no friends in primary due to bullying (wrong colour for the area I grew up in), I was then bullied at secondary, left school and home as soon as I could after GCSEs and got a job - but that was working on my own (literally) in an office of a small company. I met a couple of people at gigs but they already had their own groups of friends from college/uni so it was hard to break in really and I worked long hours (I can’t count on both hands the amount of times I went out socially from 16 to 20, sadly).
I Tried to go to college briefly at 20 and met a friend who was also older than the other students like me and we both had to leave due to having to work to support ourselves, so we had that in common - we were friends for a few years and because of that I went out a bit with her and met my first husband - I was so fed up of being alone I married the first person who would have me and had my Ds at 22. I did actually meet some lovely people at baby/toddler groups and had a few fun years with them until ex h job moved us away and we lost touch.
I’ve never really made any friends after. I’ve had a couple that hung around but I’ve never really made it past acquaintances and they’ve not stood the test of time. There’s two people I’ve actually ‘known’ for twenty years, but it’s a case of a few texts a year and Meeting every 5 years or so, due to distance and them being busy with proper friends. But If I didn’t contact first them they wouldn’t contact me.
When I had Dd 7 years ago again I met some people at groups - I’m really friendly and can talk to anyone but I never manage to get past acquaintance. I suggest nights out etc and there have been a few but I never seem to be able to move past anything else and no one ever asks me to do anything so I just end up feeling like a saddo being the one to suggest going out, so everything just fizzles out.
I’ve moved across the county again recently, I’m pregnant again and I’ve decided enough is enough.
I think I’m done trying to make friends and I’ve actually come to peace with that. Dh and I get on so that helps.
But I don’t think I want to try and make friends now. I’m 40 and I just feel like I’m done with it all. It’s never worked out so it must be me!
I think I’m actually happier since I decided just to let it go and resigned myself to the fact that I don’t have friends.