Living alone isn't objectively bad, in the least.

Even with two male children, who are noisy as heck, it's not a painful life. It's somewhat calm. I control the finances. I don't piss away money or cause scenes with neighbors.

It's "lonely," but nothing compared to pulling 250lbs of cheating, hitting, drunken dead weight "lonely."

And yet. Men flirt. They insist they understand me. The pursue, and give me the feeling that life would be better with them.

Here's the kicker: I know most of them won't marry me. I know most of the ones who WOULD marry me won't stay faithful.

And finally, the tiny minority of men who would marry me and stay faithful, would constantly have to fight against the urge to cheat.

Life would be nothing like that momentary thrill when men are first excited about you. That never lasts. Women try to keep that spark, but many men don't. I know this.

So why does my heart want the romance? Entanglements with LVM cause nothing but strife. And yet, entanglements are all I can think about!!

Does anybody else have this "heartache?"