I’m 58 years old, and though I live alone, I never feel lonely. My husband and I parted ways many years ago, and since then, I’ve learned to cherish my freedom and independence. I have only one son, Oliver, who’s thirty. We’re incredibly close, and he brings so much joy to my life. Not long ago, Oliver got married to a wonderful girl named Emily—kind, warm-hearted, and open. I couldn’t be happier with his choice. Even after his marriage, our bond hasn’t changed; we still chat for hours on the phone, laughing and reminiscing.
I live in a cosy little cottage on the outskirts of Bristol. It’s quiet and peaceful here, with a small garden I adore tending to—flowers, a few vegetables—it’s my little hobby and a great source of happiness. The neighbours are friendly, always dropping by for tea and a gossip. Sometimes I joke that my life is like a telly drama—always something new to share.
I used to work as an accountant, but now that I’m retired, I have more time for myself. I love reading—mysteries and romance novels are my favourites—or rewatching old films that bring back memories of my youth. Knitting is another passion of mine: scarves, socks, even jumpers for Oliver and Emily. They tease me about spoiling them, but I can tell they appreciate it.
There are moments when I miss the past—young love, dreams I once shared with my husband—but I don’t let sadness linger. Life has taught me resilience. The divorce was hard, but I don’t regret it; it gave me the chance to be myself. Now, I see each new day as an opportunity. Recently, I signed up for Spanish lessons—dreaming of travelling someday, maybe even abroad. Oliver cheers me on, saying I’ve still got more energy than most younger folks.
Oliver is my pride. He’s an engineer, driven and responsible. I’ve always tried to be both a mother and a friend to him. We share everything—he tells me about his work and plans, and I share the little joys of my everyday life. His wedding was a beautiful day—laughter, dancing, the happiness in his and Emily’s eyes. She’s become like family, and I’m grateful for how warmly she treats me.
Sometimes I think about the future. Of course, I’d love grandchildren, but I won’t rush Oliver and Emily—they’ve got plenty of time to enjoy being just the two of them. For now, I’m living my own life, finding joy in the little things—a smile from my son, a heartfelt conversation, flowers blooming in my garden. I’m not alone; my heart is full of love and warmth.
Life is a journey, and I’m grateful for every step. There’s still so much ahead—maybe even adopting a dog, as Oliver keeps hinting it’d be nice company for me. Who knows? For now, I’m simply thankful for my son, our bond, and all the small joys each new day brings.
