My life is fine. I do things I enjoy. I have interests and hobbies and friends.
I haven’t met the right one and at 36 I feel like it’s all over.
I watched my friends marry in their twenties and most are still together now. They have all that to look back on as a couple. Even if I met someone now, we’d barely have a long history to our relationship even if we were lucky enough to have kids.
Life feels so meaningless.