>> Sunday, November 28
I have always thought that when my kids are grown, moved out and living their own lives, I would happiest being by myself.
I would immerse myself in my crafts, my books, my continuous pursuit of amazing vintage treasures. Once in a while, I would foray into my kids activities, maybe cook or babysit from time to time. Lately though I have been rethinking this idea.
I come across many women my age or older who are divorced and alone. And lonely.
Some of them try to play a vital part in their grown children's lives, not always successfully. They talk about their kids all the time and it seems to me that they are vicariously living life through their kids adventures.
These women tell me it is very difficult to find a good male partner and in their eyes I see the longing for attention and love. Years ago, I would staunchly tell women that they don't need a man in their lives. And although there is some merit in my point of view, I think no one can argue that everyone needs love and attention.
I still think that I will be perfectly content in my little house (a little apartment would be even better) with my little garden doing an endless array of projects, I think it would be a much happier life if I share some days with family and friends.