I don't even know where to start. I've already spoken about it in general with friends and on the dating thread here, but I don't want to derail any more with my melodrama/overthinking
Marriage ended last year, by then I had already pretty much decided I was no longer into men at all, and when I felt up to it began dating, and met this particular woman. Everything was great, honestly absolutely perfect (I know it's a bit of a cliche to say this here
) meeting parents and friend etc and speaking of a future at some point, til a spectacular gaslighty row on New Year's Day in which she stormed out, and continued to send messages rewriting our entire relationship for the rest of the day. Luckily I had it all in writing or I might have doubted myself.
Part of it is dwelling in my head though, the complaint (first time she ever mentioned it..) that I "expect everything done for me".
Now the breaking up etc is all fine, if a bit crap, as I understand dating is not forever, people move on and meet others etc etc. I'll live.
The crux though... I have multiple physical disabilities and asd. I do need things done for me, but try very hard to do as much for myself as I can. She knew this before we met and mentioned many times she wanted to look after me in the future as I'd been treated so badly. She also has disabled family members so had an insight into it that XH never did - when he couldn't cope with me becoming ill. And she had experience of asd so could understand any quirks.
And now I am really wallowing, sorry... As if it is not hard enough to meet someone you click with when you're divorced with DCs, it is nigh on impossible when you are disabled, unable to work due to that disability or attend clubs etc where others would suggest you meet people, hard for you to get out to meet people for any actual dates, unable to drive - at least for the foreseeable, asd so no doubt you'll bugger something up in misinterpretation. Then add on wanting a same sex relationship and living in a relatively small city, and it's nigh on impossible, before I even add any preferences of my own.
I will end my days alone and I won't even have cats as I'm allergic.
I need a serious kick up the arse.