At nearly 29, with my own wasteland of twenty-something years in the rearview, I can only be optimistic about the future
I'm hitting 30 next month. I'm going to continue on my journey of learning, working remotely, traveling, and hopefully meeting a woman who loves me.
You don't need someone to complete you, only to complement you.
I try to remind myself that I'm still young-ish and have plenty of time but some days it's too rough.
I've seen everyone around me at least go through one loving relationship. I've never had someone who cared for me. When I look back at my relationships, none of them actually cared for me. Hell, even my own mother was abusive and told me she wished I was never born.
I know I don't need someone to complete me but I'm only human.