I'm sure this post has probably been done before. I turn 36 next week and have not had one properly committed relationship. My friends from childhood have all settled down. A friend from primary school, who was single for a long time, has finally met someone lovely and is planning her wedding. I've realised I'm 'the last one'. While I've frittled away precious time in a casual, mostly physical six-year relationship, it seems others have been building 'real adult lives'. I feel foolish and concerned about where I'm headed.
In the meantime I have done other things. I'm a published writer and have worked since I was 16. I've raised my 11 year-old DS single handedly from his birth. For the 7 years I've been in full-time education. My dream to become educated and have a successful career have taken up a lot of time and energy, but in two years I'll have completed my PhD and will have a chance at finally becoming a non-fiction author and a specialist in my field. But by that time I'll be 38 and most likely still single, given the focus on the work and supporting my son.
I have been blessed in other ways. My DS is thriving and is about to start a high achieving secondary. We have a beautiful permanent home in London for which I pay peppercorn rent (although I'd like to buy something when I'm in the position to). And I've achieved more academically as a mature student than I ever thought I was capable of. But success in my personal life has alluded me.
I know I shouldn't compare myself to others. And marriage isn't a destination for me. But having come from a difficult family which is still in a mess, it would be wonderful to build a solid happy partnership with another person. Even the father of my DS, who is emotionally abusive towards me and has a cruel streak has managed to secure a wife with whom he has another child. I'm embarrassed by how long it has taken me to grow up. Where do I go from here?