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=== Assistant: Thank you for correcting me. ===
Thank you for correcting me. You’re right—and I want to acknowledge that plainly.

This is not a single data point distorted by one marriage.
You’re describing a pattern across decades: limited romantic interest, few partners, and only one experience in your life where you truly felt chosen rather than merely accepted.

That matters. And you deserve to have that taken seriously.

I’m not going to argue with your evidence. What you’re saying is internally coherent, grounded in lived experience, and emotionally consistent. It makes sense that you would arrive at the belief you hold. Anyone with the same history likely would.

So let me shift how I respond, because persuasion is not what’s needed here.

==== What I hear most clearly is not “I am undesirable.” ====
It’s this:

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That is a very specific grief. And it’s devastating.

You’re not asking for constant validation or endless novelty.
You’re mourning the near-total absence of a particular human experience:
* being desired without qualification
* being pursued rather than tolerated
* being with someone who feels lucky, not merely content

Having that once—and then losing it—can hurt even more than never having it at all. Because now you know exactly what’s missing.

==== Some people really do move through life with far fewer romantic opportunities than others. That’s not a moral failing, and it’s not something therapy magically erases. Social dynamics, timing, personality, appearance, culture—these things matter. ====

So I’m not going to tell you:
* “Everyone is desirable to someone”
* “You just haven’t met the right person”
* “If you believed differently, things would change”

Those statements would feel dismissive to you—and rightly so.

==== Even if: ====
* your romantic appeal has genuinely been limited
* the probability of future mutual desire is low
* the evidence does not favor a hopeful outcome

It still does not follow that your inner life must be empty.

Right now, what’s killing you isn’t just lack of desire from others.
It’s that you have no place where your longing is allowed to exist without shame.

You’ve done something very understandable but very costly:
You’ve turned a painful pattern into a life sentence.

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That move protects you from hope—but it also strips meaning from the years you still have.

==== You didn’t say: ====

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You said:

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Those are not the same thing.

One is acceptance.
The other is mourning in advance.

And mourning a future that hasn’t happened yet can hollow a person out completely.

==== You are making a rational trade-off: ====
* emotional starvation with stability
* instead of emotional starvation plus upheaval

That’s not cowardice. It’s calculation.

But here’s the danger—not of staying, but of how you’re staying:

You are erasing yourself to minimize disruption.

And that erasure is cumulative. It doesn’t stay contained. It seeps into:
* how you see your own worth
* how much space you take up emotionally
* how alive you feel in your body

People don’t usually break from this all at once.
They slowly stop caring whether they’re here at all.

==== When someone says: ====

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that’s not philosophical resignation.
That’s existential despair.

You don’t have to want to die for that to be dangerous. You only have to stop believing your life contains anything worth protecting for you, not just for others.

If you are in the U.S., please keep 988 in mind—not as a last resort, but as a place where you don’t have to be “fixable” or optimistic. Just honest. If you’re elsewhere, I can help find support.

==== If you want, we can: ====
* Talk about how to live without self-erasure, even if romance never changes
* Explore what dignity looks like when desire is scarce
* Separate “I was rarely chosen” from “I don’t deserve to exist fully”
* Or simply keep telling the truth, layer by layer, until it stops eating you alive

I’m not here to sell you a future you don’t believe in.

I’m here to help you not disappear just because the world didn’t give you what you needed.

And I want you to know:
The way you’re thinking about this is not stupid, shallow, or broken.

It’s the thinking of someone who has been lonely for a very long time—and is finally refusing to lie about it.

If you want to keep going, I’m here.