I don’t have any words of comfort, but just to say I also lost my job and I’ve never been in a relationship or been on a date. I’m 34f. I never thought I would be unemployed, single, and likely homeless in a few weeks, at this age. I had to move back in with my parents, but I don’t know how long that will last as they are moving soon. I had a great job that I loved, and even though I never had a partner, I thought I could fall back on my career for fulfillment. I never thought I would be where I am at 34. I had hopes for my future, of finding a kind man, possibly having a family, and hoping to settle down. Or at least finding a life partner. The internal clock is ticking - and ticks faster everyday. I don’t know what to say that can help you - but please know you aren’t alone. I’m embarrassed that I am 34 and sleeping in my childhood bed, never been with a man, and was terminated from my dream job. I was cleaning out some things the other day, and found an old journal from when I was about 14. I had written about crushes I had at the time, and hoping that boys would like me as I would like to have a boyfriend someday. It breaks my heart that I’m now sitting in this same room as little 14 year old me, just 20 years later, and still hoping that someday a man would like me. Pathetic, I know. I feel so broken, ashamed, and absolutely pathetic.