Literally only one person in my 4X years on this planet has ever heard a single utterance of my emotions. She (hopefully still is!) a VA psychoanalyst. She's smart, engaged, interested, and knows my bounds. She calls me on my bullshit, and carries me when I need it.
Saw her once every 2 months for a year. 5 years ago.
So I've only ever exposed my deepest emotions literally 6 times in my life.
My ex wife? She'd take an emotional evacuation into my earholes twice a day, for an hour at a session. Is listen intently, wait my turn....
Wait my turn...
Wait my turn...
Try to share a feeling, get ignored/talked over/told my emotional range didn't require support, and then get ear raped for another hour because my desire to share reminded her of something else that I HAD to know about her minute by minute telling of her emotional day.
My feelings don't matter. Only ovarians have feelings! We have programs... Apparently.
Being single SUCKS/is SO MUCH BETTER than not existing emotionally!