Is it too crazy of a thought, at the age of sixty-something, to still wish to be close to someone?
Now that I can not work outside the home, there is only so much cleaning that can be done. I watch others lead their busy work days, and I sense the void of a companion even deeper.
I didn’t say anything about marriage contracts. I want someone who will listen to my silly talk. He may ask me to go out and eat, or we may sit at the park sharing conversation. Better yet, would be someone who enjoys their camera as much as I love mine. We could take photos of different scenes.
He may call me on the telephone to just see what I am doing. Speaking about that, this is one of the biggest voids in my life today. I miss hearing from loved ones. Children grow up and raise their own children. They don’t need their parents in the same way, so phone calls become less.
I am doing alright, I am not saying I am not, but there is a difference between surviving, living, and something to keep looking forward to. Does anyone understand what I am saying, or am I just being a silly, older lady today?