They hate themselves for not daring to be Outed Lesbians. They hate men, and of course the feelings are returned. They hate happy women, and the feelings are returned. They hate their lives; The ones that are married know they are living a script written by someone else, and the script has no plot, and soon, they will be forty+.
Then, there is nothing left for them but to drive a Volvo covered with "Godess" stickers, Stickers that proclaim "Women need Men Like a Fish Needs a Bicycle", "When God Made Man, She Was Joking".
Thye go home, mumbing to themselves, to their 200 cats.
They die alone.
You just described 8 out of 10 women in Santa Cruz.
Sounds like an old boss I had here!