I was widowed young, we’d had no children and I have no surviving family. At 70, that makes me a bit of an oddity. I live a busy life but know I have to be constantly proactive at maintaining it. Sometimes that can be wearying.
Because my life has taken a different course, I don’t always feel I have a lot in common with women of my own age, those whose lives revolve mostly around family and the domestic. It’s possibly why I often find men more interesting to talk to as we can have a different kind of conversation in which I have more to contribute. I have some good female friends too who are both parents and grandparents and while I know family is important to them, it doesn’t pre-occupy and define them and we talk about other things.
Nowadays, especially since lockdown, I find I’m happy to go for days not talking to a soul if I’m immersed in some activity. I’ve already had twenty years of living on my own and no family so I am used to the solitude and no longer think much about what other people are doing. Maybe that makes it easier for me. I will always miss my DH but never having had children or grandchildren, I can’t miss what I never had.
When I was first widowed, I used to find weekends terribly lonely, especially long BH weekends and evenings too once I was no longer too exhausted from work to think about it. Easter seemed to go on forever. I managed the loneliness by finding some interesting voluntary work. The jobs have changed over the years but I have never stopped volunteering at the weekend … and some evenings too since I retired.
That’s not to say I don’t very occasionally have blue days, days when I would love to have someone to just chill out and do nothing with. It sounds like RosieandherMaw is having one of those days. It will pass but know that you are not alone in feeling this way.