I've finally made peace with everything.
I'm 45. I've never been in a loving, respectful relationship. Never had a partnership. Never been cherished. None of it.
A couple of years ago, I reluctantly decided that I was going to stay single but there was a man I was attracted to who I had admired from afar for a while and there was always a voice in the back of my head saying, "But what about him? What if he is different? What if everything you went through was so that you could be with him?" There was always still hope.
Anyway. Nearly a year ago, he asked me out. He is a friend of friends. Everyone I knew and everyone he knew had high hopes. It seemed like the perfect ending to an unhappy relationship history for both of us. It would almost have been 'perfect'.
But it was no different.
We split up nearly a month ago. I don't think he found me parriculalrly attractive or, rather, I don't think he thought I was 'good enough' for him - he saw himself with someone younger and prettier, slimmer, sexier, more elegant and glamorous than me. When he imagined the sort of woman he would be with, she didn't look like me - which has always been my experience. I've been told consistently that there is nothing wrong with my personality or character but the 'package' just doesn't match. I'm not physically 'unattractive' but I'm not attractive 'enough'. I dress well for my body shape and I can see the shock and disappointment on their faces the first time they see me naked. Every time. I tried to develop a thick skin around it. Faked the confidence; never criticised myself; walked around naked confidently... and I think it confused them. Or maybe they just didn't like it. Maybe what had 'attracted' them to me was their own comfort in feeling that I was 'less' and they had targeted me because they assumed I'd be insecure? This man had even expressed surprised that I was happy to get naked in front of him as though I shouldn't have been and was playing the game wrong.
But I'm never going to be younger than I am now. I'm never going to be more attractive. I'm a size 12 so, realistically I'm never going to to be much slimmer either (I've not been smaller than a 10 ever).
I've felt frustrated for a while that not knowing what the future held was the remaining 'hope' that lay in the darkest corner of the box and I've watched it finally fly free. Being without hope has brought me a contentment that I've craved since childhood.
My heart is no longer heavy.
I've accepted that I'm happier alone. I've accepted that I'm not going to be loved. I've accepted that this is how it is now. And I feel quite content about the future.
I feel I've finally made peace with it all. Which is all I've ever really wanted.