This isn’t (or at least I hope it doesn’t come across as) self-pitying, but I think I’ve finally given up on having a relationship with a man.
The boys and men from my childhood were all unpleasant at best and abusive at worst. Possibly as a result of this I became a teenager/young woman with low self-esteem which of course atttracted more abusive men.
As I’ve got older, the men have been less nasty but have all turned out eventually to be dishonest or cheats or both.
I’m 39 now. When I look back on my life so far can honestly say I’ve never been happier as a result of being in a relationship except for the first few honeymoon-period months.
I’ve been single for two years now, I have a 17 month old dd and I’m fine. I eat more healthily, I’m more organised, I make a lot of effort with my friendships (have wonderful friends) and am about to undertake further study in order to change careers.
However I’ve still had this nagging feeling that possibly ‘the one’ is still out there, and I lurk about on a couple of dating sites. And whenever I’ve been thinking about the future, I admit I have been imagining a man in it.
This is fucking stupid though isn’t it? Why on earth, given my history would I even still be considering this? I’m clearly better off on my own! I want for nothing (not rich, but it’s a hell of a lot easier budgeting for just yourself and one child!), I own my home (tiny flat but still) - the only thing I can think of is sex but I’ve gone so long without I barely think about it.
Surely now is the time to come off the depressing dating sites, stop vaguely imagining a man in all my future plans and just accept that it’s actually completely fine to not have another relationship!