I’ve not wanted anything too wild or extraordinary in life, just to share a home, have an engagement, marriage, children. The usual things I suppose.
I thought I had finally met the right person when I was 32. We had a baby when I was 35 and he left me very coldly. It broke me. Dc is 18 months now. I love him so much and feel guilty even posting this as I know I’m lucky… but I feel I’ve missed out so much. Those moments of celebration… I remember a couple of lovely birthdays in my twenties but nothing major. The same with moving into a new home, I did it all alone. I’ve never had a hen party or been wedding dress shopping. Never had a wedding or a honeymoon. Never gone away to celebrate an anniversary. Never had matching pj photos at Xmas with the family. Never had a baby with someone who has built a life with me.
The sad thing is I was always meeting people. I’ve had a few relationships. I’ve been on some great holidays with boyfriends in my twenties but I’ve never had anything really significant, if that makes sense? I guess looking back they were all quite rubbish relationships.
Here i am now, again at the sidelines. Watching as everyone seems to add to their family. Have holidays as a family. Nice into their next and forever home. My sister has been with her finance since she was 20. They are a team.I know self pity gets you nowhere but I’m so sad today. I would treasure having shared life with someone. I know there’s other ways to fulfil your life and believe me, I’ve done them all. I can function alone and find happiness, but it’s not the life I truly want. I long to share it. Everything is more special when shared with someone you love and I feel I have so much to give… just nobody to give that love to (dc aside, which is a different relationship). Not sure why I’m posting, I know nobody can change it, I’m just sad.