Like most people I expect, since my late teens I had hoped to get married and have children, I imagined the home I might have and the life I would build with someone.
I worked really hard to get into a decent career. Along the way I had many dates, a few relationships, often these broke down due to distance with career driven men who weren’t ready to settle down.
By the time I was 30 I felt like I had dated and had my fair share of heartbreak too. I then had some pretty horrendous experiences with men, including one who was extremely abusive, another who lied about being married and then when I was 35 I was pregnant by a man I had been seeing for a year. Our child is almost four and I’m almost 39. His dad sees him regularly but he is also career driven and spends chunks of time outside the uk. Aside from decent financial support, everything falls on me.
It hit me this Christmas that actually, I can’t see myself meeting someone now and it’s almost certain at this stage I won’t build a life with someone in the way I imagined with children. What comes after that is the prospect of Christmas alone, there’s a high chance my Ds may want to travel or be with a partner or be busy over events like Christmas and birthdays and I can’t rely on him for companionship. But I can see it now, totally alone as I get older, just as I have been for the entirety of my adult life, in a romantic sense.
I am not sure what the point of this post is really. I think I am feeling sorry for myself that I didn’t get that happy ending I had always hoped for. Of course I have good in my life and I appreciate that but it’s lonely in a way I can’t describe and when I had a look online dating it was just awful… even being totally open minded I couldn’t see anyone I would want to even talk to. Then there’s the added complication of having a child. I feel like after ds grows up the future will be totally bleak.