@PollyAnnaSky
This could have been me 20 years ago. I was married at 21 and got divorced when I was 37. My ex-H was very controlling and I had the bruises to prove it. We'll leave that there - I've moved on thankfully.
I, like you, realised that I had to start building a nice life potentially without a partner or children. I'd not been on the dating scene since I was 19 years old! And I certainly didn't want another man like ex-H.
So I started a book- I still have it and flick through it sometimes.
I divided a page in half. On one side of the page I wrote down all the things I would hope to do, not just then but in the future - even things like retire to the country! On the other side of the page I wrote, honestly, the things that would stop me doing them. Then I wrote down how I could overcome the obstacles. I wrote down get married again and have kids and where I may meet 'Mr Right'. But I realised, as I wrote, that some of the things I wanted to do would be easier to do whilst I didn't have kids (or even Mr Right). Small things like going to the theatre or a posh restaurant occasionally. Now you may be with someone that enjoys the theatre ... or you may not. I do so I used to go on my own - no one to argue about what we're going to see.
I started doing the things I wanted to do in anticipation that the rest would follow and if it didn't I'd be enjoying my life!
I started relishing the fact that I could go to the gym then have a facial on a Saturday, then change, go for a nice lunch with a couple of friends, take myself to the theatre in the evening with barely a backward glance to my flat. Or to an art gallery or have a weekend away with mates without having to work out if it fitted in with someone else's plans. Or sorting out child care. Or saying 'sorry, can't go on for a drink. I've got to get the kids school stuff ready'. No ties.
I enjoyed the fact that, if I was doing something like decorating I didn't have to stop to eat until I wanted to. You can look at that two ways of course. Either it's sad because it doesn't matter if you got a meal at 6pm or 8pm. Or it's great because you can choose to eat at 8pm if 6pm doesn't suit you and no-one is going to be saying 'can we eat now?'
I had a wonderful two years. I celebrated my 38th birthday (it's in the winter) with a bunch of friends, coming out of a lovely wine bar at midnight with the snow beginning to fall (it never snowed before or after that year on my birthday - felt like an omen). It felt very liberating to me (having had the relationship I'd had) to just be standing in the snow at midnight on my birthday - no working to someone else's needs.
When I was 39 years old I felt ready to get out and do more things. Someone recommended an organisation to me. The organisation had been set up about 20 years or so before by a man who had just moved to Manchester. He wanted to do things like abseiling but didn't know anyone to go with so he advertised to see if he could get a group together for a cheaper rate. He got so many replies that he started a club, franchised it and now it's UK wide. They do lots of things like walking holidays, theatre trips, meals, gallery visits, ski trips, parties. You name it. Of course, if you enjoy walking and join all those kinds of trips, you often bump into the same people and sometimes you click. That happened to a number of couples we know who met through this organisation.
I say 'we' because, two months after I joined I met the man who is now my husband. We began as people who bumped into each other at events. Then started meeting for a drink or lunch as we worked near each other. And that was that. By the time we met I'd been enjoying my single life for two years and had pretty much left the 'Mr Right and kids' idea behind.
We married when I was 41 years old and DS was born three years later. He's our one and only.
The point of this long ramble is that, at 37 years old, I assumed that kids was a part of my life that would never happen. But I didn't resign myself to that. I tried to give myself the positives of not being in a relationship or having children. The freedom, the ability to be 'selfish' - I didn't even have to discuss the colour I wanted the living room painted, I just got on with it. Any money in your pocket is yours, any spur of the moment invitation can be accepted without having to work out if it's OK with anyone else. Marvellous!
Don't give up on dreams - they can come true. But don't give up on a wonderful life in the meantime. You only have one - so make it as lovely as you can.