I left my controlling ex and, with the help of some women's services, moved to Liverpool last summer aged 38 coming up 39. I'm currently in temp accommodation and bidding for HA flats. I'm now just turned 40 and, as stupid as this might sound, have constant anxiety about the future and feel it's too late, the main anxiety being that I've never met the right man (I'm heterosexual).
Every relationship I've had, I was never that into them- I had low self confidence and just sort of drifted into relationships with nice enough men. Crap sex as well. There is a man I like a lot here- he's 35 but doesn't know I'm 40 (he's never asked my age as we've only talked in passing and had friendly chats). I dont even know if he likes me that way also, but, say he does, he's going to run a mile once he finds out how old I am isn't he? (His ex was 5 years younger than him). I don't look or feel (or act, haha!) 40- I can pass for late 20s/early 30s (lucky me) and no kids, but it comes up eventually when you get to know someone doesn't it? I feel like I'll never meet the right man 😞 or should I give up on Mr Handsome and stick to older men like I always have? Do any of you have any uplifting stories to cheer me up?
EDIT: I know "the one" is a silly notion, seeing as there's millions of people in this world, I'm just giving that as an example