Another thread inspired this one.
I spent years single. I just never got a boyfriend when my friends did, and then drifted into adult life on my own. Had pretty much given up then met now-DH age 38.
Obviously it wasn’t all bad, or I’d be saying my whole life was bad, but I hated so many aspects of it.
I hated feeling like life was passing me by. If I wanted a holiday I had to go on my own. If I wanted to go to a concert or see a show I probably wouldn’t have been able to as my friends would have gone to something like that with own partners. (I know I could have gone alone but not pleasurable for me personally.)
Finances were always such a worry. I lived in a very expensive area so even on a good salary it was a stretch.
The idea of not having children used to really upset me.
Being excluded from certain events because for couples and also as I entered my thirties, being excluded from some because I wasn’t a parent.
I know that being single is preferable to being with a cruel or abusive partner but I hated it.