I’m 58 years old and live alone, yet 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 just one son, Oliver, who’s thirty, and we’re incredibly close—he brings so much joy to my life. Recently, Oliver got married, but our bond remains as warm and genuine as ever. He calls often, and we talk for ages, laughing and reminiscing. His wife, Emily, is a lovely girl—kind, open-hearted, and sincere. 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 and peaceful here, with a small garden I love pottering about in. Growing flowers and a few vegetables is my hobby and a real pleasure. The neighbours are friendly—we often pop round for tea and a chat. Sometimes I joke that my life’s like a telly drama—there’s always something to talk about.
I used to work as an accountant, but now I’m retired, which gives me more time for myself. I adore reading, especially detective novels and love stories. Occasionally, I rewatch old films—they take me back to my younger days. I also love knitting—socks, scarves, even jumpers for Oliver and Emily. They tease me about drowning them in gifts, but I can tell they appreciate it.
Of course, there are moments when nostalgia creeps in—memories of my youth, first love, the dreams I once shared with my husband. But I don’t let sadness linger too long. Life’s taught me to be strong. The divorce was tough, but I don’t regret it—it gave me freedom and the chance to truly be myself. These days, I wake up feeling each morning is a fresh start. Not long ago, I even signed up for Spanish lessons. I fancy travelling abroad—perhaps Spain or somewhere new. Oliver cheers me on, saying I could still outpace women half my age.
My son is my pride and joy. He’s an engineer—hardworking and ambitious. I’ve always tried to be both a mother and a friend to him. We share everything—he tells me about work, his plans, while I chatter about my little daily joys. His wedding was a highlight for me. I was nervous, but it was magical—laughter, dancing, the newlyweds glowing with happiness. Emily’s slotted right into our family, and I’m grateful for the warmth she shows me.
Occasionally, I think about the future. I’d love grandchildren, but I won’t rush Oliver and Emily. They’ve got plenty of time to enjoy each other. For now, I’m content with my own life, finding happiness in little things—my son’s smile, a good heart-to-heart, a flower blooming in my garden. I don’t feel 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. Maybe I’ll get a dog—Oliver keeps hinting I need a “companion.” Who knows? That might be my next adventure. For now, I savour what I have—my son, our bond, and all the small joys each day brings.
