I’ve recently turned 38, with two DC age 8 and 15.
My relationship history is a bit shit, tbh. Had kids with two completely wrong men (the second one was extremely abusive which has left scars). I know as a result of this I have intimacy issues and struggle to let people too close. I am also pretty sure that I have ASD, which I don’t think helps in that regard.
Despite that, I’ve always been optimistic that one day I will find my happily ever after. Since my last serious (3 year) relationship ended 6 years ago, I’ve been on quite a few dates and had a few short lived relationships. My current bf I have been with for over a year. However, he is 18 years older than me, and been married 3 times. He also has issues with drinking, although he’s been dry now for 4 months and is doing really well. We don’t live together and have no plans to. He is a lovely, kind hearted person who thinks the world of me and does what he can to help out. Having said that, we don’t actually see each other that much, maybe a couple of times a week, so I very much feel like I am still a single parent and responsible for everything in my life. It’s like he drifts in and out and we have a nice time, but still very separate lives and I don’t see that changing.
I think I’ve come to the realisation that maybe with me being the way I am, the relationship I have at the moment is probably the best I can hope for. I have spent large amount of time on my own, so it’s not like I’m one of those people that NEEDS to be with someone, and I enjoy spending time with my bf. It’s just patently clear that it’s not going to develop any further. The thought of going back to dating, and dealing with liars and idiots, does not interest me at all. At least I have a bf who is honest and genuinely cares about me.
I suppose recently it’s dawned on me that I’m never going to have what other people have, an actual partner to live with and share their life with. Deep down I always thought I would get married, but that’s very unlikely to happen. Part of me is ok with that, but part of me feels sad that this is my deal. It can get lonely. And of course there’s the practical issues of it being very difficult to better one’s situation as a single parent, I do my best but one income can only go so far.
I guess I’m just feeling a bit glum that my life turned out like this. If I could turn back the clock I’d make some very different decisions. And the rest of my life seems like quite a long time to be by myself.