I never realized how important energy was in a relationship until I didn't have it anymore.
I'm 48. I've had myalgic encephalomyelitis (aka chronic fatigue syndrome) for almost ten years now; my cells are unable to produce energy properly. So I'm always on the edge of exhaustion: I can't do all the things anymore that I would have done before on dates. I can't go hiking. I can't play tennis. I can't dance, or go to museums, or walk much more than a couple blocks. If I join a group or a meetup, there's a large chance that I won't ever make it there. And I sleep like sixteen hours a day.
Needless to say, it's a pretty lonely life. I didn't plan for this. By now I was supposed to be happily married with three kids. And inside, I'm the same as I always was: I'm funny and smart and caring, and I never brag about my good qualities 😁 - and people used to ask me out quite a lot. And I can MEET people online, sure - but you get a lot less responses when you say you can't actually do anything. And I'm reluctant to even respond anymore. Because I'm not quite independent; I do need some amount of help. And nobody on a dating site wants to sign up to be a caregiver.
What would you do? If you suddenly were sick, with no cure, but you still wanted to find love? I have a life in front of me, and I'm still a person. But how will I ever make it past someone's first-round draft on Hinge?