My forties were spent dealing with the romantic hangover of my thirties – divorce and being a single parent to small children.Being single in my fifties feels like I’ve finally got myself back.Joining is completely free, and you can upload your profile and search our members for free too!Join today, and start something fabulous right here, right now.Many fiftysomething women’s desire for a different kind of life is also hindered by the need to look after ageing parents and/or demanding children. I don’t have to cook “his” dinner or do “his” washing. I can go on holiday when and where I want, I can eat the food I fancy and spend my money exactly as I please.Of course, having three children, aged nine, 13 and 16, does clip my wings a bit.Yet, dig a little deeper, and what they really want to divest themselves of is the big lump in the armchair called their husband.Their comfort eating and drinking is often a symptom of their unhappiness – but a fear of being alone stops them from tackling the real problem. My children are becoming more independent and this is my golden time. I don’t have to go to boring business dinners as a plus-one, or schlep up the motorway to visit someone else’s parents.
I now shudder when I hear a woman say, “I’ll have to ask my husband.” I finally understand my Great Aunt Florence, who never married and lived alone in a cottage by the sea, happily collecting cat ornaments.
But, even if that were an option (having teen children is a pretty good boyfriend repellent, I find), I am still very, very picky. It certainly takes courage to be single in your fifties. Twice-divorced Carol Vorderman, 55, recently talked about being “happily single” saying that she was finally revelling in doing her own thing and running on her own “clock”.