After a rough childhood with a control freak mother and a sometimes abusive father, I am really unable to trust. I never once heard I love you the whole time growing up and don't remember my first hug until I was 22. I just remember being insulted, told I was ugly, mouth washed out with soap, yelled at, called names, hit and sometimes worse. I was overweight which really caused my parents much embarrassment. My sister was not treated this harshly.
I was ignored by the opposite *** in high school and college. At least, no one acceptable showed me any interest. They wanted help with their homework or sell me some pills. I went through my 20's ignored even after losing a large amount of weight. Most men won't even make eye contact with me. I have had nasty comments made within earshot in the ladies locker room too. A friend betrayed me to a relative who was a psychopath. I almost got involved. Thank goodness I realized the situation and didn't go down that road. The next one was just gungho to marry anyone. If someone wants you to meet his parent's on the second date, run! He also had never paid a bill in his entire life, just enough to keep the lights on and a roof over his head. He really didn't see anything wrong with this lifestyle either. I got out of there!
Almost every single man I have dated has had an "agenda or expectations". Even when I say friends only, they still try for more. A few don't even ask me about themselves and want me to read their favorites and ignore my tastes altogether. The friend who manipulated me doesn't call any more and when I call, she doesn't even ask me about myself. I can mention a very serious health problem and she doesn't even bring it up again. I'm finished their too. Her parent's are really too nice to me. It makes me wonder about their motives because that family member does seem to have a lot of pull with his family. My other friends have left and I do hear from them infrequently. With one, I was the bank. I don't really miss that one. I really have one friend who I consider "okay".
I am competant taking care of myself despite a recent disability. I do get a little temporary help from my mother. I have the company of some loving pets. They were always my friends and comfort growing up. I do get involved with some organizations to stay involved in the community and maybe meet some okay new people. I still run into the occasional man who won't even reciprocate when I ask him how he's doing. Most of the people are friendly though.
I'm just going to be content being me.