Here’s the thing. When I married my husband, we promised some things to each other. If he broke some of those promises, I would feel totally betrayed. But life is different. Life doesn’t make any promises. Life doesn’t promise that it will do right by me – life doesn’t even promise to stick around for the next five minutes. I could be hit by a falling asteroid and smashed to smithereens – but that’s not a betrayal because no promise was made to me about how long I would get to live.
So, what it sounds like to me is that you expected some things from life (and good things, too) but life didn’t step in to fill the promises you made to yourself, or which were perhaps social constructs (like “life is fair”). And as they teach in recovery programs, “Expectations are premeditated resentments.” It’s not life’s job to fill in the pieces of your puzzle – all it gives you are (hopefully) the opportunities to fill them in yourself. It gives you time, and not even a neatly planned amount of it. You never know when it will run out.
Something that may help is to look at and examine each of the things you expected from life, but where life has failed you. Where did you get the idea that you could expect these things and have them delivered? Was it something you learned growing up? Was it something you read in a book? And if you can get to the root of these things, figure out what you can do to move on if these expectations are not met. More precisely, learn not to expect things. It’s kind of a “go with the flow” thing. And then if they are met someday, you can be pleasantly surprised, because you weren’t expecting it. ;)
I always learned, from society and stuff, that I would grow up, get married and have kids. Well, I didn’t. I had lots of crushes ‘n stuff, but no one stuck around. I felt like I had gotten a raw deal. Time eventually came when I had to realize, maybe around 30, that I probably wasn’t going to ever get married, and so I started planning to make the best possible life in the light of this realization. I set up my own retirement accounts, I started to plan my own dream, to look at what would make me happy. And when I started trying to make myself happy, you know what happened? I actually met a guy who was attracted to the dream I started building for myself. We fell in love and I got married when I was 35. And because I’d long quit expecting it, I was totally blown away by how happy and unexpected it was. :)
So there’s still hope. You just have to figure out how to get where you want to go, despite not getting everything you want. Can you do it? Is it worth it? I think it was for me, but only you can answer for you.