This feels a bit sad to admit, but I think I might have reached the stage where I’d quite like a husband.
Not because I need one before anyone says it! I’ve been on my own for 9 years since my last relationship ended and I’ve managed perfectly well so I know I’m capable of being on my own.
But recently I’ve had a few moments where I’ve thought… actually it might be quite nice not to have to do absolutely everything on my own forever.
I think I’m just a bit tired of always being the only adult in the room dealing with things. When something goes wrong, it’s me. When there’s a decision to make, it’s me. When something breaks, guess who’s sorting it!
Im not looking for someone to rescue me from life just someone to share it with a bit. Someone who cares if you’re having a rubbish day, or who you can moan to but I’ve realised I do miss having a “person”.
Trouble is the idea of actually dating again fills me with horror. Especially apps but it would be the only way for me to actually meet someone.
Surely I can’t be the only one who’s had this moment after years of happily doing life solo? Anyone else feel the same and where to you begin to find someone?