To make this concise as possible: my ex (28M) and I broke up two years ago because I couldn't promise him I'd want kids and he wanted them yesterday. I was making moves towards long term commitment to him, like saving for a house but I just really enjoyed our relationship where it stood at the time. We lived apart, after being together for almost two years we had managed to maintain that hot-honeymoon phase. To me, we were building a foundation and I just didn't see a need to rush into the rest of our lives. I wanted to be child free for a while and just enjoy him.

He wanted to get married and have kids. He wanted me to not work and be a stay at home mom which I agree with. If I have kids, I absolutely need to home school them and be with them and I told him such. For me, motherhood is REALLY big deal and right now, I am not ready.

I just wanted to travel and set my life up in such a way that I can leave the country for weeks at a time, possibly for work, but have a home base. That was my focus, establishing a way to support him in his career and be a wife and mom that was local while also giving my family the opportunity to stay anywhere for whatever amount of time.

We ended up dissolving. He was seeing someone else within a couple of months. They moved in together 3 months after we broke up, she got pregnant and they got married a couple weeks following all within a year of us breaking up. Needless to say I was shocked and also not shocked. Definitely painful.

Before I met him, I had never felt easy about placing my bets on some mystery man. To me so much would ride on a stranger I might never meet so I just focused on building what was in front of me and hoping that lead "the one" to cross my path. With him, I had a lot of reasons he wasn't it. I had just broken up with a guy I had known for 15 years, he was just supposed to be a fun bandaid. I didn't take him seriously because I knew we were just FWB from the beginning and wasn't expecting him to fall in love with me and insist that we become a couple which is what happened. That pesky timing thing, ya know?

I have a bad habit of only wanting what I can't have. When he was offering me all of this, I couldn't guarantee that's what I'd want. I was unsure of his loyalty and maybe I brought it on by retreating but also considering how fast he went with his now wife, maybe I was right to be reticent.

I just don't know where am I suppose. The last two years I have totally taken myself out of any kind of romance. I've basically been in monk mode, going to work, taking classes, and reflecting on what I actually want with my life. I found red pill-ish material around the time our break up started (it lasted a couple weeks). Part of me wished I would've came across the other side of feminist philosophy before we had started dating because I feel like I fucked up but on the other hand, his influence is what prompted me to have this epiphany.

So now I'm 33 and I read the hardcore red pill stuff and I'm like. "omg, I've become this loser old lady fuck what have I done?" But yet, I stayed true to how I was raised. My mother always told me to not get married til after 30. She's still with my dad so I listened to her. My aunt told me "never settle" after being miserably married to her wealthy abusive husband. Anytime anyone ended up accidentally pregnant I just cringed and felt so proud that I had control of my reproductive system. Now I'm wondering if I just had faulty programming in my 20s and is it too late? When I look back at previous relationships, he was the only one that was viable as husband material but I'm skeptical I'm putting rose-colored nostalgia over that relationship at this point.

Constructive criticism welcome. This matters to me now because for the first time in my life, I want to date with the intention of LTR and it's a weird place for me. I take care of myself, physically, financially, emotionally. I have ogod relationships, I'm healthy, I have hobbies. To me, I feel like I'm a matured me with experience and developed tastes and ideas. I feel like this is the best time to meet someone and settle down but traditional red pill stuff makes me feel like I'm a wrinkly old spinster who pissed away her shot at a family for being autonomous and not wanting to settle on good enough.

Truth is, I've never met anyone that I was head over heels in love with and I don't know if I need to lower my standards and surrender to settling or I'm just not cut out for having the love I've conceived of in my head.