I am content to be alone, but not happy. I don't feel that there are things I can't do because I don't have a partner. And I don't get left out, but I'm aware that on a camping trip of couples, I'm the one who does everything for my tent. Whilst in the other couples, one person is tending the bbq, whilst the other is doing salad or playing games with the children, or just relaxing with a beer and having a chat. Whereas I have to do them all. And, of course, someone will pitch in and do part of my load, but it's always someone else's partner, and not mine. Or my son.
I camp alone, I go to festivals alone, I go to the theatre and concerts alone, I go out for dinner alone, I stay home alone, go to new places alone... I have some lovely conversations with myself in my head and sometimes out loud but I carry a weight of loneliness with me.
Mine is very much tied up with never having been loved. I think that poem, "It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" is very true.
I just don't want to reach the end of my life never having known what it is like to be loved.