Hello, folks. I come to you with heartbreak.
In my 20s, I had a few long-term relationships, but I wasn’t dating intentionally or to marry, just to have love and companionship. I didn’t really see a future with any of them, and while the breakups were hard and my heart hurt, I moved on.
I took my early 30s to deal with some health issues and focus on my career. I hardly dated for 5-6 years, only going on a handful of first dates. My heart wasn’t in it.
So in 2022, when I felt ready to date again, I jumped in with both feet. I briefly dated a guy who dumped me for his ex, then fell hard and fast for another man whom I could see a future with. Unfortunately, he was in a bad place in his life and left me. After that, I rebounded with someone who I knew wasn’t right for me, but I needed companionship and distraction. We broke up and got together a few times, and ultimately decided to call it quits and remain friends. That one stung.
Which brings me to now. For almost two years, I’ve been dating a kind, generous, caring, funny, sexy man whom I randomly met in the wild. He was fresh off a divorce and neither one of us was looking to date, but we clicked immediately. Within months, I knew I could see a future with him. He was everything I had wanted; he was serious and stable and intentional. He had hobbies and a strong community. We aligned on all of the big ticket items like kids, politics, religion. We had great chemistry. We had fun together. I heard all of the warnings about not dating people right out of a divorce, but I thought he was different.
But we know where this is going. Life hit us both hard in the last year, and we both struggled – him with a pet death and repressed grief, me with a job loss and subsequent stress and insecurity. He started therapy. His therapist told him to be intentional about planning a future that he wants to work towards, and he realized that this future did not include me. He didn’t see himself marrying me. And he broke up with me.
To say that I am shattered is an understatement. I’m no stranger to heartbreak, but this one feels different – worse, harder, more final. It feels ridiculous to say that this is my first adult serious long-term relationship in my late 30s, but he is the first person I saw myself marrying. I imagined the destination elopement I’d wanted. I felt safe with him. And he looked at me and decided that I wasn’t the one for him, and it took him nearly two years to realize that.
I’m halfway through my life, and I’ve never even been engaged, much less married. Nobody has chosen me as the one they wanted to spend their life with, and at this point I feel like maybe romantic love isn’t meant for me. I thought that the universe brought us together when neither one of us was looking because “you always find it when you least expect it” but now it feels like a reminder that I’m not supposed to have this. Otherwise why yet another heartbreak?
Everyone has the right to want what they want for their own lives, and I can’t hold that against him. He deserves everything. But it absolutely destroys me that I wasn’t the one he wanted. That he looked at me and found me lacking. That he didn’t choose me like I chose him.
I know the heartbreak is fresh and the pain still raw, but the thought of dating at all makes me sick. I have zero interest in other men. It’s going to take me a long, long time to recover from this, and I think some part of me will always be in love with him. Maybe not. I don’t know.
I’d love to hear from folks who have been in this situation, on either side – either left or had been left by someone they loved, but just wasn’t quite right. What was it like? How long did it take you to heal, and what helped? Where are you now?