My mother was already “personality disordered” or she wouldn’t have chosen my father as a partner and stayed married for over sixty years.
Perhaps I was fortunate in that I never became socially avoident, antisocial or suspicious in life although I had a miserable childhood. The worst of it for me was that I never had any aspirations or motivation. But that in and of itself was sad.
And growing up in Beverly Hills where everyone else’s parents were crazy, I wasn’t a social outcast, just an unhappy child.
I am more than content. Like you, I never feel lonely when I’m alone. I was happy being alone for the past six years after having divorced again. In fact, I loved it! But two years ago, I met a man unexpectedly on Medium, and I’m as happy being with him as I was alone :) FYI You and I are the same age!
A Solitary Woman
“There are some places in life where you can only go alone. Embrace the beauty of your solo journey.” — Mandy Hale