I read a few of your previous posts to help formulate a reply and discovered you're 27 years old.
This is important: While this is the oldest you've ever been, remember it's also the youngest you'll ever be.
I myself am approaching 60 from very much the wrong direction and while you and many others will feel with some justification that this is the next thing to being a walking corpse, it does give me a bit of perspective because I've been where you are on many an occasion. Yes, three years is an eternity to you, and certainly was to me at 27.
But believe it or not, it ain't.
If there are no children involved, and 'partner' doesn't mean 'wife', go. Move on. Continue having a pleasant, sociable walk through the garden and smell a different selection of flowers. Each one is an experience that will help you with those that will follow. Don't bother thinking of settling down permanently until you hit your mid-30s, and believe me you'll look back on your 20s as a period of life that's rife with embarrassment and imbecilic behaviour.
My second, and previous wife hated being tickled, but that was only a minor factor in our divorce, so you can imagine... My present wife of 16 years, whom I met 5 years after the schism when I was 49 and she was 22 (18 years ago) is delighted to accommodate me, because fortunately it's become one of her kinks as well.
Upsetting as it was at the time, (and for quite a few years afterwards) and certainly not initiated by me, subsequent events proved that particular divorce was the best thing that could have happened to me.
Get out there, chat to random women IRL, NOT online, and get hurt sometimes because you will be- that's life. But if you're willing to take the risk things may well work out well for you. No guarantees, but you're pretty miserable ATM anyway, and what do you have to lose?
Roll the bones and good luck.