So- I've been a single mum for 1 year.
Backstory- this time last year (my birthday to be precise) I discovered emotionally abusive exOH had been cheating with junior work colleague for many years. Initially glad (euphoric) to discover that I wasn't mad, that there was a problem and that it wasn't all in my mind (yes all the clichés). Bought him out of house, arranged legal settlement etc. He never looked back, dumped OW and has been getting on with life more or less. We have stayed on amicable terms because I am a great believer that it is best for kids. But the road has been rocky...my friends and children have been wonderful and time has been a great healer.
Looking back there is so much I cope with better now and handle with ease, which I used to find so hard. Doing most of the kid-care, balanced with full time demanding competitive job. So pleased they are with me most of the time, at first it was stressful at first doing everything (and being blamed for everything). I have just turned 40 and have managed to more or less keep career on track (with wonderful support from my work-mates and boss), I bought him out of the house, I have a nice little car. Emotionally I don't linger on the hurt as much as I did and I only get side swiped by the whole thing every now and then rather than every 5 minutes
But dating- what a complete disaster. I have never really dated having been with exOH since 22. There have been a few nice guys but no one with whom I've really clicked. But there has been plenty of weirdos. The last one- we got on well, nice guy, professional, seemed to have close relationship with his daughters, into same sports...in private was a nasty dirty pushy bully with genital warts!!! I should have left when I first saw the state of his flat and realised he didn't brush his teeth.
Meanwhile exOH has a new partner, excelling at career (now he barely has any childcare). My life is all work and kids and nasty encounters with men from OL dating. I'm jealous and can't see a way out. Also- I know I should be utterly grateful for what I've got so why does the lack of a partner make me feel so flat?