He’s happy, though, anonymose. You’re a long way away from him, geographically, but are in contact with his ex and her parents. He works very long hours and probably flops down on his sofa when he gets home and is quite happy to have grabbed a fish supper or something on the way home. He wants to keep his (probably quite messy!) wee cottage to himself, because it’s his way of life and doesn’t feel the need to let you see how he lives.
It’s a ‘mum-thing’ and doesn’t matter how old they are, I suppose we need to just know that they’re ok. I eventually realised my middle-aged children made their choices without any input from me. When I tried to ‘help’ one of my daughters I was given short shrift, which led to a very long estrangement which was awful. I learned to back off and just let it be.
As long as they’re happy, that’s all we can want for them, isn’t it?