@ehBeth,
Exactly right, ehBeth. If you go back far enough, you will find that there was a third crazy girlfriend four years ago and one tyrant whose favorite saying was "What's mine is mine and what's yours is mine." As one friend said, "Jim you have the worst luck imaginable in dating!"
The one in her 40s was bipolar. I remain a bit frustrated by the situation because my feelings for her were real, and she shut them down in a very bipolar way. So, when she runs in front of my car at a stoplight and goes out of her way to hide her face like a child...well, the feelings of hurt welled back. I cure the hurt by working out at the gym...my hurt is being translated into good health and larger biceps
The fact is that her leaving was the best thing that happened to me in the last year. My hair is growing back...literally.
The woman in her fifties was a fling I didn't want to have happen, but it happened and that was it.
Currently, becoming friends with two women. Friends and who knows what else will develop, but not worried about it. Both are very nice hardworking single moms. The chances of friendship--100 percent. And, at this point, that might very well be enough for me. Just need a friend to grab some soup for me when I am sick and to go to the symphony with me, to have a chat and to commiserate. I'd do the same for them, of course.