I built my life around my children.
I had them young from 24 - 29, thinking I would travel with my husband when we were still young enough to enjoy travel once the children were gone.
Life has a funny way of working out differently than our plans. What happened?
No husband, no children.
I created this, no one else. My choices. But I was unprepared for the shock and finality when my youngest moved out. What am I supposed to do now? All those happy memories, games, songs, blanket forts, Saturday morning cartoons, the pranks they would play on me, the beautiful art they each created. They filled my life with joy. I feel the loss like a knife. Still… It’s been ten years and it still hurts.
It’s hard to cook for just myself. What’s the point? No one to share it with.
If you are lonely, know that you are not alone. There are others of us. Maybe we can create a new family. A family-like community.
What do you think?
Did your life turn out the way you envisioned?