This is my first post here though I have lurked over the 9 years my dd has been in my life.
I’m lonely. Insufferably, brutally, suffocatingly lonely.
I have acquaintances, we go to social events with the school and the odd bbq here and there. We have a handful of couple friends, but my dh has always lived locally and consequently has a small group of true, loyal friends he has known and trusted for 30 years. He also has the benefit of siblings close in age in the same postcode.
I went to university, and lived abroad for a couple of years, continuing a pattern of never having lived anywhere longer than 4 years into my adulthood and it has struck me now, finally, in a glaringly obvious way that I have no friends.
Some I have fallen out with through the years, and circumstances make it irreparable. Some are acquaintances as I said that I can pass an hour or two with on a play date but am well aware that we aren’t “friends”. Other people I have tried to make friends with… it has faltered or I realise that we aren’t a great natural fit for each other.
it has all come to a head where my dh has coincidentally has a busy social calendar this year and I have zip, de nada, zero in mine. I’ve never even been invited on a hen do, which for some reason I find excruciatingly embarrassing. I didn’t have a hen do of my own either as I didn’t have enough friends to make it happen. I don’t have birthday parties either - not enough people to invite. OR an odd smattering of people that would politely attend, look around and wonder why it was only them and where my “other friends” are.
I want to fix it. I love that my dh has his friends and has his routine pub visits to unwind but I crave that for myself.
I dearly wish I had a small, close knit group of life long friends I could trust, and in turn be there for. I want a group of friends to sit in the local with once every few months to really unwind and just, share stuff with. Women who I can trust and who make me a better person. The sort of women I could call on a slow Friday afternoon and chat away the day, or a friend who would pop in with cake for a cuppa on the way home.
I’m not really asking a question. I just didn’t know where else to write this down. Dh just got back from a lovely couple of hours in the pub and I just broke down. He had such a lovely time and I spent yet another evening watching reality tv in silence. I’m afraid for myself. Am I intolerable? Is it my fault? I don’t like feeling this vulnerable and I think dh (though he will be asleep now) must be laid upstairs boggling at where this meltdown has come from.