I know that no one on here is going to have the answer. I read so many threads on here that are similar; the advice is always good and the same. I'm just feeling really sad tonight.
I'm 43. I have had 2 'proper' relationships in my adult life - the first between 20 and 23 and the second between 26 and 37. I was completely single - not even a date, between the two. Both relationships were abusive, although I didn't realise they were until I was out of them really. Neither of those men loved me. My parents pretty much told me that no one ever would and I ought to give any man who showed an interest as little reason to end it as possible. So I tried. But I wasn't very good at that. I'm quite confident, opinionated, intelligent and I (now) have good boundaries. All the things my parents said men don't like. My mum told me often all the things that were wrong with me (physically and characteristically) and would make me unattractive to men. I believed her. Then I found MN and started to doubt her. So many women saying men like confident, assertive women with hobbies and their own lives, friends and interests...
But it isn't true. In the past 6 years, I've had 3 or 4 fledgling relationships. They have ended because I'm not young enough, or slim enough or attractive enough - generally. The most recent ending, in part, because he didn't feel I made enough time for him or priortised him in my life.
I've spent a long time feeling like my mother was just a spiteful woman who set out to sabotage me and my happiness. The FB memes that tell you your mum was always right/knew best have only ever irritated me because mine didn't. Except that she did. She could see that I wasn't good enough.
I am 'content' to be single. I have some friends. I have a job. I have children. I have hobbies. I am happy in my own company. I don't 'need' a man. The feeling that I 'need' someone left me a long time ago. And I'm not even sure that I 'want' a relationship. I think what I'm struggling with is that I'm only getting older. I'm a couple of stone overweight. All the things my mother said about me when I was younger are only more true now.
I'm just really struggling, once again, with the thoughts/knowledge that I'm going to grow old never having been loved by someone who wasn't dependent on me. I've never been that special or important or made a significant positive impact on anyone's life that they would want me in it.
It's so hard. My job requires me to 'love' and 'care' for people as part of it. I have always done voluntary work with vulnerable people or to support the community. I have good boundaries and am comfortable saying "no" if I don't think I can commit fully. I don't let people down. I listen rather than 'advise'. I currently advocate for, and support, an adult with SN on a voluntary basis.
I care enormously for other people. But no one cares for, or about, me.
I've given up on thoughts of meeting someone. I know that won't happen. I have hobbies that I enjoy, but they don't really attract men of my age group! But there's just a heavy sadness inside me and I'm struggling to come to terms with the loss of something I've never had.
I can't be the only person who feels like this?