Fucksake. I've had enough.
After a 12 year long sham of a relationship where there was no love, no desire, nothing, I spent a good while single.
I lost weight; changed my image to suit me and not other people; had therapy; got a new job; started new hobbies; read the books I'd been promising myself I'd read for years; had more therapy; made a whole new friendship group; was bullied; lost my friendship group; started again; volunteered; exercised; moved house; learned to love myself; set and maintained boundaries; etc etc etc.
I'm am, quite possibly, the best version of myself I've ever been. Could I be better? Hell, yeah, of course I could. But no one is perfect.
I'm single. I have a couple of 'lovers' but I'm not in a relationship. I've tried relationships but I can't do them. I don't know why.
If someone asks for it to become more serious, I panic. Im not sure what I'm panicking about. When I was younger, I worried about being 'trapped'; that there might be someone better for me around the corner. I've always had one foot out of every relationship I've ever been in.
But it's not all me. Even at 46, I don't have too much trouble attracting men. But never a man I want and, when I did a couple of years ago attract the only man I'd wanted in a while, I ended it because it was clear he didn't love me and never would.
I vacillate between thinking, fuck it. Grow old disgracefully; live a life of rock n roll, take younger lovers (at the weekend obviously, I'm far too busy being a sensible professional on weekdays). And desperately wanting the one thing I've never had - love.
I have friends who have been married for 30+ years. When I imagine it, I feel both envious and terrified in equal measure.
Today, I'm in a fuck it; grow old disgracefully kind of mood. Yesterday, I was mourning a life without love.