@creative_writer Yeah, if you're a bit different in any way, it's hard to find people who are that 'good fit'. It's hard, but far from impossible. It just means we have to look harder, but we're used to things being harder so same ol' same ol'. Personally, I like quirky, it's more interesting and fun being around a quirky person.
Sometimes now, I think i'm quite impressed with myself for keeping that fake smiling up for as long as I did. Pretty much 50 years! If i'm going to take anything positive from it, it may as well be that! I found the same thing, people that weren't there for me when I needed them, hadn't just disappeared when I needed them, but were now making me feel worse and I really didn't need that at the time. I just couldn't take more negativity. It made me see that people like that throughout my life had never brought me a net-positive from the relationship so why bother trying to please them... it was always a waste of time, and just to think that any sense of connection with them was real. I just regret it took me soo long and a cancer diagnosis to realise this. But... you know, silver linings and all that.
As a guy, especially one his his 50s, we're raised not to cry, and I didn't. But now... screw that! I'll cry if I want to. I was speaking to my post adoption support service counselor last week and could feel myself becoming emotional. I carried on because, you know, I'm a man and I can control it. I couldn't. I started to lose it and I didn't care and went on for the rest of the session as best I could. There were lots of pauses and I did use a lot of her tissues, but it was okay. I felt better. A bit guilty about her tissues, but I couldn't think of one real reason why it was bad or wrong.