I know I’m probably overthinking this, but it’s been on my mind a lot lately.
Ever since I was young, I’ve always imagined that one day I’d meet someone, settle down and build a life together. I’m a single mum now, and I know my children and I are a family, but I’ve always hoped I’d have a partner to share life with too.
I’m 37 and have been single for over a decade now (not entirely through choice). Rationally, I know there is still time to meet someone, but the longer it goes on, the harder it gets to stay hopeful. Every time I think about putting myself out there again, I feel exhausted before I’ve even started. It feels like I’ve spent years dusting myself off and trying again.
What’s really getting to me is the possibility that it just might not happen. I worry that I’ll be lonely forever, or that life is never going to look the way I hoped it would. I don’t know how to make peace with that possibility.
And then there’s the fact that I’m approaching 40, and everywhere you look people talk about how awful dating after 40 is, which doesn’t exactly help.
Has anyone else felt like this in their late 30s? Did you eventually meet someone, or did you find a way to be happy and fulfilled even if life didn’t turn out exactly as you’d imagined?