I'm 40 years old. I'm in a relationship with a man I hav two children with who is a good man with a good heart but to whom I am very poorly matched (blame being young and unformed when we got together almost 20 years ago). Through motherhood and age and increasingly second wave feminism I have become increasingly cynical about men; I don't think what we women call love and what they call love are related much to each other. I will stay with my partner and make it work with him as best I can until our children are embarked on their own lives, then I will see what happens. But "in love"? That fluttery wonderful feeling? That ship has sailed.
Through my teens and early twenties I was often "in love" with a range of no doubt unsuitable and/or unworthy boys and men. I was looking through my old poetry today (cringe) and my God I loved. Even over the last decade or so, even though I was very invested in my (troubled) relationship with my partner, I was occasionally besotted with this fellow or that I met - through work or social life or whatever. Nothing ever happened with any of them but I'd get the flutter, the tingle when I saw them, the pleasure and the joy of getting to know them and spending time with them. I'd dream about them. It was exciting and beautiful and sometimes a bit painful.
I just know deep down I will never feel like that again about a man. I've seen too much, I've learned too much, and I'm utterly disillusioned with men. And I'm gutted about it! It was such a beautiful feeling.
Having a baby gave me access to a whole new world of love; it was transporting, transformational, exciting. I have had all the babies I'm going to have. Bar waiting on grandchildren, I can only assume I have experienced all the "falling in love" I'll ever have now.
I know it's silly and a bit frivolous. But I'm so sad that I won't ever feel those overwhelming/fluttery feelings again. I have love. But I'll never be "in love" or be, you know, smote with new love ever again. I will miss it ☹️