Knowing you’ll never kiss a girl again, never hug someone intimately, never share your secrets, never have sex, never be happy.
I’m going through a divorce, all amicable enough, but in the process my ex has told me things I didn’t know about myself.
I’m controlling, I look down at people, judge people who I think are beneath me. I’m evil. I’m a psychopath.
I didn’t know any of this. I know I’m quiet, I keep myself to myself, I’m an introvert. My emotions are for me, I let them out rarely, normally in extreme circumstances.
But being told the things, things she gains nothing from telling me, why would I inflict that on another woman?
So I’m checking out of relationships, I’ve uninstalled my dating app, I broke it off with the girl I’d dated a couple of times. I don’t want to do to her what I’ve done to my ex. Don’t want to hurt someone else.
I am getting therapy, learning a bit about why I’m like this, but I don’t think it’ll change if I don’t even know I’m doing it.
So I’d rather be alone, be by myself, than risk being this person with someone else.
It’ll take some getting used to, I’m almost 40, so in theory plenty of time ahead of me, plenty of time to get used to being alone. I’ll not be lonely, I have a couple of friends I see every now and then.
I’ll miss love, the butterflies, the excitement and the nervousness. I’ll miss hugs and kisses, intimacy. But it’s for the best I think