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.There is such a joy to being able to do whatever you want without permission.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.I have gone back and forth on my desire to date and eventually get remarried so many times.
I was certain that I’d never find anyone who would be interested in a woman with six kids. I’m sure that probably cleared out about 99% of you.” Believe it or not, there are men out there who will love your kids and who will treat them as well as he treats you, and his own kids if he has them. It’s okay if having kids clears out 99% of available men. For a long time, I assumed that my kids would be angry and resentful if I started dating. They even admitted they’d like a stepdad in the future.
I’d like to enjoy some “adult time” with someone I love.
Then again, there have been times when I have insisted that I don’t need a man; I can take care of everything on my own thankyouverymuch.
In my twenties it was all high drama, getting my heart broken and dating rotters.
During my thirties, my biological clock meant I needed a partner if I wanted children.
If he’s worthy of you and your family, he will understand and accept the fact that you can’t always drop everything to go out with him.