You know what? I’m 38, single, no kids—and honestly, I’ve never been happier. People always assume I must have all these struggles when they hear about my life, but honestly? Not a single one applies. I live in Manchester, have a great job, my own flat, and a car—all of it, I’ve built myself, no help from anyone. Plus, I even support my parents, who live out in the countryside. And the funniest part? No one believes I’m over 28. Must be the youthful energy and how lighthearted I feel most days.
My name’s Emily Carter, and I’ve always known what I wanted. Went to uni after school, studied business, then climbed the ladder. Now? I’m a department head at a big firm. Love my job—it lets me travel, meet people, learn new things. The salary’s enough for a comfortable life and savings, too. Honestly, loving what I do is probably why I’m always in such a good mood.
Bought my flat five years ago—modern, huge windows, right in the city centre. Decorated it just how I like: lots of light, cosy furniture, a few paintings I’ve brought back from trips. And my car? Nothing fancy, but reliable. Perfect for zipping around town or visiting Mum and Dad in their village. I go there most weekends when I need a break from city life. Help them with odd jobs, bring groceries, fix things around the house. They love having me, and I love making their lives a bit easier.
People ask all the time—why no husband or kids? Some find that strange, especially at my age. But I don’t feel like I’m missing out. I’m open to love, but I’m not rushing. If I meet someone I want to share my life with? Brilliant. If not? No regrets. I’ve got great mates—we go to the cinema, gigs, have cosy dinner parties. And hobbies? Yoga, watercolour painting, even the odd salsa class. My life’s so full, there’s no time to be bored.
Some think I must be hiding some secret sadness. Nope. I just live how I want. Won’t bend to other people’s expectations or marry because it’s “the done thing.” Mum used to worry—dreamed of grandkids—but she’s come around. Now she jokes, “Em, you’re like some film star—forever young and free.”
Occasionally, someone’ll say, “At your age, it’s too late for kids.” Rubbish. Life’s not a train schedule—no one’s keeping track. I’ve seen women have babies after 40 and be amazing mums. If I ever want that, I’ll cross that bridge. For now? I’m happy as I am. Love the freedom—travel when I want, weekends my way.
Looking young? Probably good genes and lifestyle. I work out, eat well, take care of my skin. But the real secret? Not letting stress rule me. If something goes wrong, I find a fix instead of dwelling. Maybe that’s why people guess I’m 28. I just laugh and say, “Must be the easygoing life!”
Mum and Dad are my rock. So proud I’ve done it all on my own. I visit often—bring gifts, help with bills, do up the house. Mum makes my favourite roast, Dad tells his old Army stories. Those moments are everything. Just grateful they’re here and healthy.
What’s next? No clue—and that’s exciting. Fancy a big trip someday—maybe Italy or Japan. Want to grow in my career, maybe start my own thing someday. Oh, and I’ve been thinking of getting a dog—a little cockapoo to bring some extra joy. Life’s an adventure, and I’m ready for whatever comes. The best part? I’m truly happy right now. And that’s what matters.
