Outnumbered I too have had a life full of drama and crap blokes. I went through this phase once before when I was 34 - was single and very content for four years then met another one of 'em, whom I married.
He was the last and final disaster for me.
I am 46 now and have a ds aged 2. His father nowhere on the scene. he left nearly two years ago.
Now I am over the trauma, I cannot imagine ever being with a man again and I honestly don't give a sod about it.
There are drawbacks to being/growing old being single obviously (wracks brain) - finances or lack of being the main one. Also, turning the mattress, balancing the christmas tree straight, always having to polish off a bottle of wine, eating a whole bag of nuts instead of half, being ripped off by tyre people and eyed up by builders..
But overall I would not swap it now. I have a low sex drive thank god. Plus I am cooking up loads of things and learning that I actually can cook (he was the major 'brilliant' chef ) Ds can have scrambled eggs and angel delight three days in a row.
I just see so many advantages to being alone.
I have good friends, I can stay up late and fall asleep on the floor dribbling without him telling me I am a lazy drunk, I can have the heated blanket on high, I have ds all to myself for kissing, no horrid loud farting going on in the house, no step-children dramas ( miss them though) and god-awful ex-p of his to deal with anymore, no rows and silences, no fear of going on holiday with him (disastrous every time) and crikey the list goes on and on.
I am going to Morocco with friends and ds in a few weeks time. I clean houses without feeling I might be compromising his ego or reputation in doing so, I can wear what I like, my hair is long and scraggly, I can watch eastenders without him moaning, I organise piss-ups with friends knowing they are going to be fun, I like myself a bit more than I used to, I can eat digestives and skips. the dogs can poo on a towel in the kitchen without him wretching at the sight,
I don't miss seeing him scrubbing his spooty bottom
I don't miss the smells he made
I don't have to be concerned that he had no friends
I don't have to be ashamed that he was a liar a cheat and a fraud...because he simply isn't here which says it all.
I suffer from bad nightmares and am very scared about money but am certainly not going to think that another man will solve either of those problems anytime soon.
Oh yes and afraid of getting a terminal illness/dementia/baby dying. But christ, he nearly killed me anyway and I am still here so I repeat - another man/schmann? As dd would say 'nofanks'
Bit of a triumphant ramble.