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I can relate, because I was a serial monogamist from high school and perpetually in long terms relationships until my late 30s. After 2 divorces, in my 40s now, I honestly don't have anymore love left inside to give. Now, I've been single for so many years, I like having my bed to myself and having an empty home when I get off work.
I dread getting to know another woman's backstory and personality, etc. Like, I don't have enough storage in my brain. I just wish I could pick up where I left off as a good husband and partner for decades, and continue forward with the lifestyle I earned and focused all of my effort on.
Its fucking weird to have all these good memories of vacations and anniversaries but you can never speak of it again or reminiscence about it for the rest of your life, like a happiness cancer gnawing at your soul.
I never liked random hookups and dating is awful now, too. So, I really just spend time doing what I want now, instead of wasting my day off going to IKEA or JoAnn's.