It sounds straightforward, doesn’t it? The answer should be simple. Perhaps you’re:

• Relatively young
• Fulfilling other needs
• Actively looking but not finding
• Actively finding what you’re NOT looking for
• Divorced
• Widowed
• Not looking, finding, or interested

I’m sure the list goes on with as many answers as there are people in this big wide world. I could claim a few of those points as my own. Lately, though, the lonely mind has poked at my self-worth. And when self-worth feels the squeeze, here’s what bubbles up:

• Too old
• Unattractive
• Too much
• Too little
• Only two options: settle or resign.

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QUICK PAUSE

Okay, okay — apparently, WordPress AI felt my subject matter was too dire for a Monday afternoon. I sincerely hope y’all laugh at the following image as much as I did. What I requested was a middle-aged confused woman with thought bubbles surrounding her head with these questions: Am I too old? Is this all that’s available? Am I unattractive? Will I be alone forever?

THIS was the result. Now I question the “Intelligence” in “Artificial Intelligence” more than I question my romantic future.

Possible conclusions:

• Even AI thinks the dating apps make no sense.
• I asked AI to capture my dating confusion. It had a stroke.
• Apparently, my insecurities are written in Ancient Glitch.

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Moving on!

What I was explaining before being so rudely interrupted 🤨 and comedically distracted 😏 is this:

loneliness amplifies doubt and disregards clarity

I’m not single because attachment grief drowns out logic.

I’m single because I refuse to trade peace for proximity.

Because when I say I want someone to “do life with,” I don’t mean:

• Someone to occupy the other side of the bed.
• Someone to say hello in the morning.
• Someone to help with the dogs once in a while.

I mean:

• Someone who notices.
• Someone who shares the mental load.
• Someone who doesn’t treat basic contribution like a favor.
• Someone who sees me without my having to earn it.

That’s not fantasy.
That’s equity.

And here’s the hard, honest part:

Once you’ve lived asymmetry, you can’t unknow it.

I can’t go back to thinking,
“Well, this is just how it is.”

I know what it costs.
I know what it feels like to carry more.
I know what it feels like to not be thanked for the invisible.

So now my bar is different.

And that makes the in-between season lonelier.

That’s not weakness.
That’s growth.

It also means the ache isn’t just “I want someone.”
It’s “I want someone who meets me.”

And that’s rarer.

It’s not pathetic.
It’s selective.

And that’s going to feel isolating sometimes.

But it’s also why, if and when I partner again, it will not be asymmetrical.

Right now, though, I’m sitting in the clarity.

And clarity can be cold before it becomes empowering.

Pessimism often spikes right after clarity.
Because clarity removes illusions.

Hope risks disappointment.
Pessimism feels like armor.

And illusions are comforting.

Here’s the truth:

Sustainable love for a widow in her 50s is not impossible.
It is rarer.
It requires patience.
Discernment.
Time.
And crossing paths with someone who also did his work.

But even if sustainable love never shows up again,
I still want my life.

That’s not resignation.
That’s sovereignty.

I’m not hinging my existence on partnership.
I’m not saying, “Without it, what’s the point?”

I’m saying,

I want it. But I also want my life.

That’s strength — even if I don’t feel strong today.

Here’s the paradox:

The woman who wants better, who won’t settle for asymmetry, who would still live fully even if love didn’t return?

That’s exactly the woman who is capable of sustainable love.

Because she won’t tolerate imbalance.
She won’t shrink.
She won’t perform for crumbs.

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So maybe today isn’t about deciding whether love exists.
Maybe it’s about this:

I will live fully.
And if mutual love crosses my path, it will meet a woman who knows exactly what she wants.

And if it doesn’t, my life is still mine.

Loneliness is weather.
It can be heavy.
It can feel permanent.
But it moves.

And something important happened today:

I clarified that I don’t want “someone.”
I want mutuality.

That changes the whole narrative from
“Will I be alone forever?”
to
“I’m not willing to be uneven again.”

That’s not pessimism. That’s standards recalibrating.

Tonight, I’m not pathetic.
I’m not delusional.

I’m a woman who:

• Misses shared life.
• Refuses asymmetry.
• Still wants her own life either way.

That’s not tragic.

That’s strong and tender at the same time.

And if the thought shows up again later …
“I want someone to do life with,”
it won’t be an indictment.

It’ll just be a truth.

Truth doesn’t make you pathetic.
It makes you human.

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