I am going to try to make this not impossibly long. The gist is, I made really stupid choices and as they unravelled I lost all my confidence, and now I really struggle to trust/connect to people.
I met my ex, my daughter's bio mum, when I was very early 30s. I'd recently come out; I was living in a new city and in my first serious job. I was very happy; starting to get a nice circle of friends. Ex wanted to TTC first as she was older and our DD was born. DD is wonderful. I adore her. My ex had bad PND and I ended up going part time, then when DD was 13 months we moved (a long way) for ex-P's job. Socially, I found it hard. We'd left behind a really nice NCT group and I found it hard to fit in with the mum groups, partly because any socialising, ex-P would muscle in and offend people by being frankly rude (I'm not conjecturing here; since we split people have come forward and said they found her rude and offputting). After a few months I got another good job that lasted for a couple of years, but when it ended I was struggling with lack of support and decided to go for something else closer to home and with less career progression, so I could do childcare for DD who was starting school. I was really lonely. Around this point ex-P dropped a series of bombshells about financial dishonesty and it became more and more clear she had no intention of supporting me to TTC/the relationship was not a good one in which to have another baby.
Silver lining: unexpectedly, I loved my new job; threw myself into it. It gave me confidence to split up with my partner as my boss made clear I had a future there and he would make it possible for me to work full time around DD's school time, which felt like a godsend. Here's the stupid bit. DP and I split when we'd been together about 8 years. My boss had known me and DD for years at this point, from before I worked for him. He's a gay man most of a generation older than me. I saw him as a friend as well as a boss and he encouraged that. About 8 months after DP and I split (and in retrospect I was still reeling) he chatted to me about whether I'd have another baby on my own. He'd been open about being sad he'd never had children. So we decided to try IVF togther. Initially it looked incredibly exciting; he said all the right things; I started figuring out how other gay co-parents did this. Very rapidly it absolutely crashed; we did do a round of IVF that didn't work and it became obvious he wasn't at all prepared for it not to work, and he had no realistic ability to cope with the emotions around it.
I really cannot get across how much it knocked me for six. I'm sure some of it has to do with no having really processed ex-P leaving, and the fact that the way it fell apart was particularly nasty and messy. But also, I'd taken a huge risk. I lost my job; I am still horribly sad about the way it happened, and it hollowed out my life because I'd thrown so much into that job. I'd been living and breathing it, because it took me away from feeling so lonely and sad.
I picked myself up. I am 41 so I do not have time to waste; I did IVF on my own and am nearly 7 months pregnant, which is wonderful and I am so thankful. I spent the past year working like a demon and I have begun to build up two separate strands of a freelance career that look, tentatively, reasonably successful. I qualify for maternity allowance and have some savings, and clients who are happy to wait for me to come back after the baby. I've had my DD 50/50 all the way through and she is the absolute light of my life. So, lots of things are actually good, and I keep trying to tell myself if I just work hard, I will soon feel stable in terms of a career again, and it will be ok.
And I want to build up a good social circle again. I am doing the 'right' things - I've booked NCT classes; I'm going to a pregnancy exercise class and the women seem very nice; I am trying to be outgoing. But I feel as if there's a huge block. I can't seem to trust people and I shy away. I used to find it so easy to make friends and find people I just 'clicked' with. Partly this is because the work I did pre-DD was a career where people just are very friendly (I have many good friends through this work, but spread about the country!). I find that I'm isolated - I don't want to move, but it's a place where I don't fit in quite so naturally - and I think I really am just too battered to be good at being outgoing. The very negative side of me thinks I must be an absolutely awful, catastrophic person to have got myself into this situation, and that doesn't help. I don't want to whinge or be a downer - I used to bounce around feeling really excited about life! - and I'm worried I have got off-puttingly down.
What the heck do I do to pull myself out of this? If you got this far, phew! Thank you.