I never had the chance for a loving relationship... still a virgin at 22... but it's also the lack of being able to enjoy life and closeness with another that you can't with a friend or family member that kills me the most.
There were only two guys I've dated. Both were meant to be good friends of mine I could initially trust. The first one new about my depression and how I overcame in back in 2016, no more agoraphobia, no more sadness, smiling 24/7 and riding my bike every morning. Yet despite being healthy and mentally stable, also "loving myself" (hate the idea you must love yourself to be capable of loving another being). He took advantage of my naivety. I gave my heart to him, so he used me as a rebound... and then got back together with a girl I knew nothing about. A friend who was supposed to have helped me back in school, when I was being bullied. Someone who I thought could do no wrong.
This wounded me so bad. Especially as he was my first relationship...
Afterwards got back into my old habits of rotting away, turned to self harm and started drinking one or two cans a day.
While the other one just decided to ignore me every single day, only responding to messages at midnight. Refused to meet up. Not even the once.
Neither of these guys I acted clingy with. Respected their space. Only wanted to make them happy.
Both ended the relationship with the same excuses, "I fell out of love with you".
So this made me convinced that if I tried again, I'd just cause whoever to fall out of love with me... which hurts. Again, all I wanted to do was to brighten up someone's life, laugh and smile with them, be happy together. Cuddle. Etc.
Jokes on them anyway... I'm anhedonic, no emotions, no empathy, also a brain tumour. Probably would never know what it's like to share love with another.
I used to be a happy, bubbly person with a huge amount of compassion. Now I'm numb and dead inside with cognitive impairment that just gets worse and worse.
EDIT: phrased something wrong.