My problem occurred when I was in my late 40’s, heading to 50. I’d been divorced raising two sons alone since 1979. Both my parents were gone. I felt kind of lost after making the decision to end a 5-year relationship with a man I had been seeing regularly. I made the decision after my mother had passed, basically because there was no reciprocation from him in keeping the relationship going. I began to feel that if I didn’t have someone in my life by the time I was 50, I didn’t want to live. When I got to 50, I looked back on those thoughts and said: “What the hell was I thinking?” I’ll be 77 in August. I never dated or got involved with anyone again after that. I liked my solitude and privacy, and got to the point where I felt I didn’t need anyone other than my family in my life in order to survive. I was the baby of the family, and have outlived all my siblings. My only goal now in life is not to outlive either of my sons.
God bless you my dear.