I am 35 and have a beautiful 18 month old son who I adore. That's where the good ends.
My son's father, who was the love of my life, cheated on me while I was pregnant and we split up shortly before our son was born. He is an excellent, involved and attentive father but he has moved on from our relationship and I haven't. I miss him, and still love him. As an aside (and this is not the focus, just another factor) I desperately wish my son could have a sibling, and am super broody, which adds another layer of upset.
I lost my job a few weeks ago- I work in a very male dominated industry and, although I am very good at what I do, I was unable to put in the hours necessary to succeed. I don't know how to do anything else and have very few other job prospects. I have enough money saved that I don't have to panic, and my ex is very generous with his financial support, but I feel like a useless piece of shit.
I have lived in the same city for 5 years and have exactly 2 friends to show for it. If they are busy (which they usually are as they have their own families) I have no prospect of making plans. I'm not naturally outgoing and although I have acquaintances aplenty, I am rubbish at "converting" them into friendships. My ex has our son tonight and I am sitting at home alone. I live in a city notoriously difficult to make friends and even more so to date, so I genuinely see no hope of meeting anyone either for friendship or romance, especially as I'm not working.
I feel hopeless. I am a good, dedicated, loving mother and I love my son fiercely. But he can't be everything to me.
I studied hard, I've worked hard, I have been in love. I'm nice, funny, and not unattractive (though at the moment I'm half a stone heavier than I'd like to be as I've been comfort eating and I CAN'T STOP, which obviously makes me feel even worse)...where the fuck have I gone wrong? Why am I such a hopeless failure??!
Aibu to genuinely worry that I am too old to fix whatever mistakes it was that led me to this point?