Will I Never Be Happy?

My ex husband once told me, in a heated argument, that I would never be happy--nothing would ever make me content. I denied it, of course. However, I am starting to believe that perhaps this statement could be accurate. No matter who I am with, that person eventually disappoints me. I really never thought it was me, but maybe it is. Is it just that I get to know them and find out the real person or do I just expect too much. I don't think my standards are too high, honestly. And I have put up with a lot from men in my life. It isn't that no one is good enough; it's just that I think I can do better. Why settle? I started to think I was too shallow, so I started settling for guys who weren't my type. And it wasn't shallow. It was just wanting what I deserve in a companion.

My situation now is that I am with someone who lacks any emotion. At first I thought that perhaps he would open up and that he was like that because it was all new. But, I have found out, quite early, that this is just the way he is. And he says that he will never change. I love him. Then again he is so not my type. We have none of the same interests. We really have no conversation at all. Most of the days, we rarely talk except via text. The only days he really cares is the days HE has free and that is when we watch movies at his house or play darts. Things he wants. He is cheap. I don't even think he even really cares about me--I just fill space. So, now I am totally almost over him. I am just over it. Is he the best I can do? I don't think so. I still strive for that perfect guy who is stylish and artistic and creative and sexy and sweet. I don't think I have found him. What do I do?

Maybe I can't be happy. I think I will always be alone. Maybe that is how I am meant to be.