...about not being in a relationship?

I miss Sunday morning cuddles and Crossword puzzles over breakfast.

I still do the crossword if I’m not Mingling, but it’s more fun doing it with a partner.

I'm not really one to pine over the past.
There were a lot of really good things about my marriage.
Sex was only one of them.
Hindsight is 20/20 though.
What I know now, changes my fondness of most of those memories.
Such is the nature of a victim of a perpetual liar.

Now, if we were talking about the kids.
Holy cow, could I tell you some stuff. LOL
They were the bright sunshine of my life.

I miss the warmth of someone next to me while I sleep and someone’s arms around me everytime I need a hug. The kiss before leaving and the kiss of hi I’m home honey

I just miss sex! I go out to movies, restaurants with a man Friend and we talk/text and enjoy. I work outside the home, and also enjoy women associates! Someday it will happen, a real committed relationship.
Also have close family!!


I m not online for hookups. I ve had long distance men visit had nice dates but they weren't right for commitment.

I don’t really miss anything
In fact I’m really enjoying this time of not being with someone
And about the sex, the other day a date with a lovely 22 year old girl who wants to know about a man separated. She only wants to know how a man of my age is in bed, she gets a surprise and she wants to repeat the experience
So, I don’t miss anything

Sorry to have brought up bad memories for some with this topic.

For a lot of people, they are pleasant memories.

It’s something nice to look forward to one day.

Cuddling and having someone to cook for.
Greeting him when he comes home from work and seeing his smile when he sees me, or helping him smile when he's had a rough day.
Holding hands, laughing and giggling together.
Companionship!

Thank you for the honesty, Toody.

Most of us are missing sex, and looking forward to having some again one day.

Judging from the Welcome threads, many aren’t waiting at all.

I think we all enjoy our independence to certain degrees as well.

I think we all enjoy our independence to certain degrees as well.

I’m picturing the Meg Ryan scene from When Harry Met Sally...”I’ll take what she’s having!”

All of it! Everything you wrote. That’s the good stuff. The everyday stuff.

I now have absolute, unconditional control of the TV remote. What's there to miss?

Lol, I love that movie.

Yes, the everyday stuff. I don't miss the person from the relationships, but some of the everyday stuff that goes with having someone special in your life... that I miss and someday I will meet someone who causes me to tear down the walls and experience that again.

Exactly! You get my point with this thread.

One of these days we will recapture some of the “couples” things we like and create new ones too.

Well....not u and me....though you seem like a great gal, but...you know what I mean.

Yes, I know what you mean, and I agree!

This is what I miss: It's a true account on breaking up making up. ============================================

Martin went slowly home, not really wanting to get there, tried in vain to watch TV , and then went to bed.

It was the worst night of his life.

A sleepless night, the sort he'd heard talked about, and heard sung about, but had never before experienced.

He finally understood what it meant to be 'crazy' about someone.

She had taken over his soul, there was no escape.

Nothing he could do would stop his mind racing along ,full of her face and her smiles and her words and her lips...full of what 'might have been', with 'if only', full of anger and longing, with shame,jealousy and total despair.

Trying to get to sleep was hopeless, he just became more tired and angry and sick of life and knew that he'd be unable to face work in the morning.

He gave up, got up from the bed and sat in the darkness, watching the night time shunting of freight trains in the brightly lit Paddington marshalling yards. It was a comfort to know that life was still going on, even in the midst of his turmoil .

Sure that he could not exist without her, his mortality gradually became a huge comfort to him.

He turned in the chair in an effort make himself more comfortable.

Suddenly his bedside alarm went off.

He rose wearily from the chair, feeling full of aches and pains , but happy that the night had finally passed.
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Why on earth would I miss such an experience?

Sorry Walker. Like I told Tom, I didn’t intend to bring sour memories around for some.