need a friend

Hello veva and welcome to the Gransnet community.

Hi veva - Hope you can join us all in our chats.

Hello veva a welcoming

Hello veva you are now with friends! xx

Hi veva

Hello Veva. Pleased to meet you.

Come in, Veva, the water's fine! Would you like to tell us a little about yourself? We might be able to help you feel less lonely.

veva What a place to drop into if you are lonely you will soon be chatting to all and sundry about all sorts of topics, we have virtual parties and sing-songs so you will never be lonely just drop in when you want to chat,looking forward to seeing you.

Welcome veva , sorry to hear that you are lonely but you have come to the best place. There is someone here most of the time to chat to. Have a look around the threads and you will find something that will catch your eye.

veva welcome. you will soon find lots of friendly people here.

Hello and welcome, veva - you'll always find something on here to join in on. You are not alone!

Welcome Viva - keep posting so that everyone can get to know you. Sorry to hear of your loneliness.

veva Come on in and talk to us. There are many caring people on this forum.

Hello, veva, and welcome to gransnet. Keep dropping in and having a chat.

A very big welcome to you veva

hello im new and i need new friends to talk to im a widdow and very lonley

expatmaggie and

expat what a lovely story I have a very good friend who lives in Glasgow (I live on Wirral opposite Liverpool)sometimes we don't speak or e-mail for weeks at a time but when we do it just like we spoke yesterday,we met when we both moved abroad and used to meet up every afternoon when we had finished work for the day,I would leave mr.glamma at the restaurant as he stayed open for drinks to be served 3/4 hrs after I had finished cooking my friend and I would sit for an hour or maybe two people watching whilst enjoying coffee/brandy at our favourite Spanish bar,we put the world to rights nearly every day never getting bored with each others company.

Somehow we are now getting down to the fact that for a lot of women their mothers are/were their greatest friend. Perhaps this is too much to ask of a friend to love us unconditionally and to understand us like a good mother does.
I adored my mother and was always worried that something would happen to her in the awful fights she had with my father. I no longer apportion blame but I did when I was younger.
I decided to bring my daughters up to live their lives not tied to my opinion of them. I have done this too well! Neither regards me as a friend and one has little understanding of me and what I think is important. They always knew that I was safe with their father and they didn't have to worry like I did.

But I do have a lovely friend and we were in our 40s when we met. We are both from England and when we met had a houseful of teenagers. We had so many problems in common, our conversations used to last for hours, when our children met up in the school yard they used to joke about it.
Now we are both retired and really look forward to our regular afternoon teatime together. We don't want to retire to anywhere else and looking ahead we want to stay where we are only a few bus stops from each other.

Greatnan a lovely story about a lovely lady

gracesgran - are you me?

This is just how I have felt as I near the end of my second year of retirement. (Quoting from what you said)

"I wonder nuttynana, if you have just turned 60 and/or just retired. I have found that it seems to have taken me and others I know a couple of years to work out what "retirement" was for us as an individual. It's that feeling of knowing where you fit in."

Initially I felt very lonely, but now realise I have moved on and their preoccupations and priorities are no longer mine and I feel much more contented with my retired friends/acquaintances and my own company

Greatnan ((((hugs)))) my Mum to a 'T'. (Altho' she preferred a day around the shops to admiring views, years of making for herself and three daughters I expect!)

My sadness about my own daughter has set me thinking about my own mother. Our relationship was very simple - we adored each other. She was popular everywhere and I think it was because she was so genuinely interested in other people. She would have a short bus ride, and be able to tell me all about the operation/marital problems/work of the woman she had sat next to. She went into hospital to have a benign cyst removed from near her eye when she was 82 . Her GP showed my brother a letter from the surgeon - it said 'Thank you for sending us this delightful old lady - what a pity more older people don't take an interest in their appearance. She kept the whole ward happy'.
I didn't grieve when she died at 91, because dementia had taken her from us already, but even now, nearly 20 years later, I still think of her whenever I look at my wonderful views here, and think how much she would have enjoyed them.

nite jeni sleep tight