Husband

A few days before my father passed away, my father suddenly told me that I should settle down and find a nice guy to take care of me. Now and again, thinking about it really breaks me down. Because I have failed him. I have learnt to more or less take care of myself, but finding that elusive partner who will accept me for who I am and love me for all of me is proving to be just that…elusive.

I look at friends who have vowed to spend the rest of their lives with one man and then look at myself who at this very moment, with none, and I feel disappointment for my father. Because I have failed him.

Have I become so unloveable? Or has this man in the next room stripped me of all confidence that I will ever find that person? Is it really that impossible for someone just to love me for me? Because I just want to be loved like everyone else.

Oh bla, well, life goes on, albeit now alone.