So.... I had a bad marriage break up in the summer of 2016. My ex shattered my heart and it broke into a million pieces. I survived it, just.
2017 I start dating again, got used for sex a couple of times, I thought they were interested but after sex they ghosted me. Struggling but still managed to hold on.
Mid 2017 I get raped. After 18 long months police realise they’ve screwed up the investigation and my rapist walks free. By this time it is early 2019. I am done.
So now I say to my friends, that’s it for me. I’m done with trying. I can’t risk any of the above scenarios happening to me again. They think ok all good she’s fine now. But I really am not. I’m broken, totally. But, the only way I can describe it is like being an alcoholic. I know I can’t ever risk taking a single step with a guy again but it doesn’t mean I don’t miss it. It doesn’t mean that I am happy to have resigned myself to singledom forever. I can cope for now, I have other things going on that make me feel ok in this moment. But if I think about the rest of my life being alone it depresses the shit out of me. How do you cope when such a vital part of being human, love and companionship, is cut off to you because you just can’t take that risk? The only people I know either want or have a relationship or are fully happy with being single. I don’t know anyone like me who wants and doesn’t want a relationship in equal measure. I don’t know how to sort this all out in my head and find some peace.