When I met my husband, I was happy. Other than a few short-term boyfriends and one serious-ish 3-year relationship, I had always been single (mid-30s).
Great career, freedom, financial stability, travel, friends, etc.
I always told him he didn’t ‘make me happy,’ he made me ‘happier.’ Which was the truth.
Eighteen years later we are having a trial separation, and I realise how completely I lost myself in marriage and children (plus other shit from my family life that I hadn’t realised).
Not afraid of being single. I liked it when I was and am sure I will in future.
It’s about being happy with myself, meeting my own needs (which another poster way up thread mentioned, and it’s not twee at all).
For those who are struggling with single life, I had a client in last week who had been divorced and single for 30 years. She is to be married again next year. She is 73 years old. She never expected it, but lived her life according to her own standards and aims toward fulfilment. She was a pleasure to meet.