Thanks @Techway.
We called it quits (ie had ‘the talk’ where we acknowledged that we’d been just friends for many years) over a year ago, so not that recent. I’m still living part (most, thanks to Covid 🙄) of the time in his house, though, while I convert my van into a living space. My DD is an older teen and is staying at home whilst finishing college, so I’ll be living partly there for the foreseeable future, as we’re still a committed family unit. It’s all very grown-up and amicable, but that’s not to say it hasn’t hurt like fuck at times, frankly. My self esteem is in my boots after a decade of celibacy, especially as I’m several stones heavier than I was 15 years ago when I met ex-DP on Guardian Soulmates. I’ve lost all sense of myself as a sexual being - the very thought of someone finding me desirable is laughable, to be honest, and I can’t imagine making myself vulnerable enough to become intimate with someone. I think that (these days, certainly) one needs to feel fairly bullet-proof to brave the vagaries of OLD, and I feel very, very far from bullet-proof at the moment. I don’t feel that I have anything to offer that anyone would want.
Anyway, it’s all good, really. I go away in my my van, and I am truly happy; I am enjoying my own company, and I get to to do what I love - watch the sea, and nature, and take photographs, and enjoy the silence. I love falling asleep in my hammock, all tucked up and safe in my van, and I love the peace and freedom of a simplified, pared back life. All that, and I still get to enjoy family life with my daughter and my best friend. I’ve come to terms with that being all I expect for my life, and I mean that in a positive way.
I guess I’m not ruling out meeting someone in the future, I just can’t imagine stepping into what I perceive to be the pretty brutal environment of online dating. I must be interested, because I keep reading the threads (I didn’t think I was remotely drawn to the idea, but reading the whole of the previous and this current thread has piqued my interest), but it all seems so... I don’t know... Transactional? Disposable? Too emotionally risky? Maybe that’s just a reflection of the fact that I’m not ready.
Blimey, that’s a bit of an essay, sorry - shouldn’t post after wine!
