I’m 58 years old. I live alone—but I don’t feel lonely.
My husband and I parted ways years ago, and since then, I’ve learned to treasure my freedom and independence. My only son, Edward, is thirty, and we share a bond that fills my life with joy. Recently, he married, but our relationship remains as warm and heartfelt as ever. He calls often, and we talk for hours, laughing and reminiscing. His wife, Emily, is a lovely woman—kind, open, and genuine. I’m glad my son found such a companion.
I live in a cosy little house on the outskirts of Manchester. It’s quiet here, peaceful, with a small garden where I love to dig about. Growing flowers and a few vegetables is my hobby, my little escape. The neighbours are friendly; we pop in for tea and a chat now and then. Sometimes I joke that my life is like a telly drama—always something to talk about.
I used to work as an accountant, but now I’m retired, and it’s given me more time for myself. I love reading—especially thrillers and romance novels. Sometimes I revisit old films; they take me back to my youth. And I adore knitting—socks, scarves, even jumpers for Edward and Emily. They tease me about “drowning them in gifts,” but I can see in their eyes how much they appreciate them.
Of course, there are moments when sadness creeps in. Memories of my youth, first love, the dreams my husband and I once shared—they linger. But I don’t dwell on sorrow. Life has taught me strength. The divorce was hard, but I don’t regret it—it gave me freedom, a chance to be myself. Now, every new day feels like an opportunity. Recently, I signed up for Spanish lessons. I want to travel, maybe even go abroad. Edward encourages me, says I could still “run circles around the young ones.”
Edward is my pride. He’s an engineer—driven, responsible. I’ve always tried to be both his mother and his friend. We share everything—his work, his plans, my small joys and routines. His wedding was a true milestone. I worried how it would go, but it was wonderful—laughter, dancing, the newlyweds glowing. Emily quickly became family, and I’m grateful for the warmth she’s brought into our lives.
Sometimes I think about the future. Of course, I’d love grandchildren, but I won’t rush Edward and Emily—they have time. I want them to enjoy being just the two of them. For now, I live my life, finding happiness in the little things—Edward’s smile, a heartfelt conversation, the first bloom in my garden. I’m not alone because my heart is full of love.
Life’s a journey, and I’m thankful for every chapter. There’s still so much ahead—maybe I’ll get a dog; Edward keeps hinting I need “a companion.” Who knows? Maybe that’s my next step. For now, I cherish what I have—my son, our bond, and every small joy a new day brings.
