I’m 58 years old. I live alone, but I don’t 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 one son, Oliver, who’s thirty. We’re very close, and he brings so much joy to my life. Recently, Oliver got married, but our bond remains just as warm and genuine as ever. He calls often, and we chat for ages, laughing and reminiscing. His wife, Emily, is a lovely girl—kind-hearted, open, and genuine. I’m glad my son chose such a wonderful partner.
I live in a cosy little house on the outskirts of town. It’s quiet here, peaceful, with a small garden I love tending to. I grow flowers and a few vegetables—it’s my hobby and my joy. The neighbours are friendly; we often pop round for tea and a catch-up. Sometimes I joke that my life is like a soap opera—there’s 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 crime novels and romances. Sometimes I rewatch old films—they take me back to my younger days. I also adore knitting—socks, scarves, even the occasional jumper for Oliver and Emily. They tease me about “spoiling” them with gifts, but I can see they truly appreciate them.
Of course, there are moments when sadness creeps in. Memories of my youth, first love, and the dreams I once shared with my husband—they’ll always be with me. But I don’t let myself linger in melancholy. Life has taught me to be strong. The divorce was tough, but I don’t regret it—it gave me freedom and the chance to just be myself. Now, I live with the sense that every new day is an opportunity. Not long ago, I signed up for French lessons. I’d love to travel, maybe even go abroad. Oliver supports the idea, joking that I’ll show the youngsters a thing or two.
My son is my pride. He’s an engineer—driven, responsible. I’ve always tried to be both a mother and a friend to him. We share everything—he tells me about work and his plans, and I tell him about my little daily joys. His wedding was a big moment for me. I was nervous about how it would go, but it was perfect—laughter, dancing, the newlyweds glowing with happiness. Emily has become part of our family, and I’m grateful for the warmth she shows me.
Sometimes I think about the future. Of course, I’d love grandchildren, but I’m in no rush to push Oliver and Emily—they have plenty of time. For now, I want them to enjoy being just the two of them. As for me? I’m living life on my own terms, finding happiness in the small things—my son’s smile, a heartfelt chat, a flower blooming in the garden. I’m not alone, because my heart is full of love.
Life’s a journey, and I’m grateful for every chapter. There’s still so much ahead, and I’m ready for new adventures. Maybe I’ll get a dog—Oliver keeps hinting I need “company.” Who knows, that might be my next step. For now, I’m simply enjoying what I have, thankful for my son, our bond, and every little joy a new day brings.
