I am trying so so hard to be positive and happy (which in itself is a load of bollocks isn't it? If you have to try you're not happy). I've lost loads of weight, I'm more active, I've taken up a bunch of new hobbies, I'm using St John's Wort tablets, I'm going back to college to try to obtain a professional qualification. But it's all bullshit. It's all just a consolation and getting on with it. I've had the worst love life in the world. I'm broken. The first left me for another woman and had a baby with her. The second (who was truly an absolute monster) gaslighted the shit out of me for two years then fucked off back to his ex and married her. I was still in my early 20s and developing at that point, I'd eat the fucker alive if I met him now. I stayed single for 7 years after that gem. Changed completely, developed boundaries and turned into a woman who took zero shit from anyone. Then the third - who was a friend for 15 years and who I trusted more than anyone else on the planet - let me down as well. I won't go into the details but it has absolutely crucified me. I'm still shell-shocked two years later. I won't talk about it to any of my friends in real life because it's so embarrassing for me to feel this way. How fucking lacking in self respect does one have to be to allow cunty insensitive men to make me feel this low? They're just men. They're just human beings with cocks. Everyone thinks I'm fine. Everyone thinks I'm over it all. Am I fuck. I drank so much alcohol last year I'm amazed I didn't die. The only credit I'll give myself is I completely disowned the third man instantly. On the couple of times he tried to contact me after "the event" - which pathetically I still have nightmares about - I refused to talk to him and never will again. I'll never do a Pick Me dance. Anyone who hurts me or undervalues me can fuck off permanently. But I didn't want this. I loved him. He was my best mate. I thought we were a team. I can't believe he's not in my life anymore. I was with another guy for a bit last year but I ended it because I felt nothing for him in that way and I was in the midst of a horrific breakdown due to the above and other issues I won't bore you with. I've tried to date since but I've no interest in scrolling through 500 twatty online profiles to find one decent guy who I probably won't even like anyway. Not because of some emotional hang up on the ex but because I'm an introverted arsehole who gets irritated with 99% of the population. I can be alone, I love my own company and I've got a beautiful house and strong financial system, I'm well respected at work. All that "learning to be by yourself" bollocks I ticked that box years ago. I don't even want that much from a relationship other than a bit of reassurance. But it really is most inconvenient for me that on the very few occasions in my nearly 40 years I've been stupid enough to love someone they have chucked me away to love someone better. I hate myself for thinking of my past so much when nobody is thinking about me. Even writing all this is a compliment to them, but fuck it. I need to rant. I know nobody is worth this. Nobody is worth crying over. But I feel like a human stepping stone. I feel like whenever I get close to anyone they just see me as something to play with or practise on until they find someone "real". I'm never good enough. I'm "amazing" and "fun" but only as a FWB apparently. A great laugh. A good time. But not a partner. Is it because I'm not needy enough? Could it be they don't see me as a proper adult because I don't want children? Am I not taken seriously enough because the only responsibilities I have are financial ones not childcare etc? I cried so much last night I'm surprised the neighbours haven't pushed a leaflet through the letterbox for the samaritans. As I say I am trying, really trying to live healthily and positively. But I've fallen off the wagon this last couple of weeks. This sadness, shock and trauma follows me around everywhere. I can't get rid of it. It's like a piece of ugly jewellery I can't take off. Am I really this lacking in self respect to have let another person who didn't even deserve me in the first place cause so much damage? Is there a way for me to untangle this without referring to counselling? Do you just have to accept there are some things you never fully recover from? Thanks for reading and sorry for being such a massive twat.