When my first husband died I was in my late 40s with a busy job in childcare, lots of amazing friends, 2 children and GC , life was so busy. When my DD went to university I would sometimes pretend not to be home when visitors called just to have some " me time"
Fast forward to now I have moved, married again, AC and GC all live a plane ride away, tried unsuccessfully for years in new place to make friends but have given up.
Retired 2 weeks ago and have repeatedly been asked "what are you going to do?"
Well, I love my days alone, reading, listening to the radio, pottering around the garden. Thought my house would be spotlessly clean but that hasn't happened.
I'm actually enjoying the peace and quiet of not having my family around me (is that an awful thing to admit?)
Back in the day, the whole family would have come to me for Sunday lunch, Easter, Christmas etc. I really couldn't cope with that now