I'm 34 next week and I keep waking up in the night and packing. it's got to the point where i feel physically sick and i cry for half an hour and fall back to sleep again. the next morning im ok but thats because i'm at work and dont have much choice!
i was due to buy a house with someone when i was 28. we had saved together and i thought we would get married. just before we bought the house, he told me he wanted to take a job in australia. the whole thing crushed me but because he had moved so far away, it didnt actually take long to get over HIM specificaly, but to get used to being alone. he was my first 'serious' relationship i.e thought i would marry him, but i had a couple of other boyfriends before him.
since i ended it with man who went to australia, i met someone who i really and truly believed was the love of my life. him and my ex werent even comparable - i cant even describe how happy this man made me. after seeing him for 18 months, it turned out he was still married but his wife had been placed abroad for 12 months. it was terrible when i found out and i ended it the same day and never spoke to him again. i wont go into the details and it has only been 4 months since it happened but i still cry now and then over the whole situation - it messed me up a lot.
i've dated but i have lost my spark. my ex who moved to australia is now married, the second ex who had a wife presumably is still with her, and i just watch all my friends in their settled lives, when thats all i have ever really wanted. so many of my friends never seemed bothered about a family yet they all have them. i feel like i have had a car crash of relationships. i went on a date yesterday and it was great, but i have no desire to see him again. and so here i am again, lonely on a saturday night. in the last 2 years i've made a home, progessed at work, made new friends, but not found anyone significant.
my life is full of hobbies, my job is fulfilling and my friends are wonderful. but despite all of that, i feel like a huge piece is missing. nobody to share the cooking with, no child to rock to sleep at 3am, no similar stories to share about children with my friends, no wedding planning to do. i just watch everyone else live their lives while i go from one fuck up to another, all the while my life looks good from the outside. it isnt. it is so so lonely and no matter how much i fill my time, nothing takes away that pain. im 34, this seems like it is it for me.