I’m 38, single, no kids—and you know what? I’m completely happy with my life. People always seem shocked when they hear my status, like I’m missing out on something, but honestly, I don’t feel that way at all. I live in a lovely town, have a great job, own my flat and car—all of it bought with my own hard work, no help from anyone. Plus, I even support my parents, who live out in the countryside. The funniest part? Nobody believes I’m over 28. Guess looking younger comes with having a light heart.
My name’s Emily, and I’ve always known what I wanted. After school, I went to uni, studied business, then built my career from scratch. Now I head up a department at a big firm—challenging work, but it lets me travel, meet people, and keep learning. My salary covers everything I need, plus savings. Loving what I do keeps me in good spirits, no doubt about it.
Bought my flat five years ago—modern, big windows, right in the town centre. Decorated it just how I like: lots of light, cosy furniture, a few artwork pieces I’ve picked up on trips. My car’s nothing flashy, but it’s reliable—perfect for zipping around town or visiting Mum and Dad in their village. Weekends there are my escape from city noise. I help them with odd jobs, bring groceries, sometimes fix things round the house. They love having me, and I love making their lives a bit easier.
People always ask why I’m not married or have kids. To some, it’s downright peculiar at my age. But I don’t feel like I’m missing out. I’m open to love, just not in a rush. If I meet someone special, great. If not, I won’t lose sleep over it. My mates and I go to the cinema, gigs, have cosy nights in. I’ve got hobbies too—yoga, painting, even the odd dance class. Life’s too full to be bored.
Some assume I’m hiding some secret unhappiness. Not a chance. I just live on my own terms. No interest in ticking boxes because society says so. Mum used to fret—dreamed of grandkids, bless her—but she gets it now. These days she jokes, “Em, you’re like a film star—forever young and fancy-free.”
Occasionally, someone tuts and says, “At your age, it’s too late for family stuff.” Rubbish. Life isn’t a train schedule. I’ve seen women have babies after 40 and be brilliant mums. If I ever want kids, I’ll cross that bridge. For now? I’m loving the freedom—jetting off when I fancy, spending weekends exactly how I want.
Looking younger’s probably half genes, half lifestyle. I stay active, eat well, take care of my skin. But the real secret? Not letting stress win. If things go sideways, I tackle it head-on—no wallowing. Maybe that’s why folks guess I’m 28. I just laugh and say, “Easy living, that’s all!”
Mum and Dad are my rocks. They’re proud I’ve made my own way. I visit as much as I can, bring little treats, sort their bills. Mum makes my favourite scones, Dad tells his old army stories—those moments are gold. Grateful doesn’t cover it.
What’s next? No clue, and that’s half the fun. Fancy a big trip someday—maybe Spain or Thailand. Keep climbing at work, maybe start my own thing one day. Even thinking of getting a dog—a little terrier would be proper lovely. Life’s an adventure, and I’m ready for the next chapter. Main thing? I’m happy right here, right now. And that’s everything.
