Last September I moved to Denver leaving my husband and children and pets behind. This isn’t as daring and selfish as it sounds. My husband and I have been mentally separated, (well let’s just say since he decided to leave one New Year’s Eve to go to a party by himself and he arrived back to our home three days later without an explanation). While living together off and on for the last 12 years mostly for financial reasons as well as keeping the family together for the benefit of the children. My two children are no longer boys (except in my mind) the oldest is 29 and my baby is 21 and a junior in college. This son has an apartment with a roommate in another city, in Colorado. The oldest son is living (for the time being) with my husband in another city, also in Colorado. The pets (two cats and a dog) have decided that they love living with my husband and son … so for the good of our pets mental stability (they hate change) we have all decided that this will continue for the foreseeable future. So, now for the first time in 35 years, I am living completely alone. No husband, no children, no pets and right at this moment not even one living plant. I do have one lovely small faux palm in a glass vase with clear plastic faux water. I am for the present only responsible for myself! The first day I awoke looking out on Denver 16 floors above the city my mind went back to my life as a single, young, free, woman in my 20’s in Chicago. I sat up in bed and opened … actually opened, a novel next to my bed, fluffed my pillow and started to read. I can’t remember when I have been able to do that, at least since my boys were born. In my first two weeks in my new apartment I finished two novels. I bought mostly new furniture … four pieces of cream-colored leather, a chair and an ottoman, a loveseat a lounge chair, a new modern silver metal dinning table with modern silver chairs. Paintings cover the walls …. with several of my sculptures placed just where I chose to place them. My apartment is clean and neat a place for everything… and everything in it’s place. Bought new dishes and glasses and everything sparkles and everything matches… like before … like before, I was married, like when I was single and young. Only one thing is different … I’m not young. It is almost as if all those years … those years where everyone and everything was more important ……… than me, didn’t exist. I have so many mixed emotions. I no longer have to make dinner or even eat dinner if I don’t want to. I can work until 3 A.M. I often go to bed at 4 A.M. The other night I had Vinegar Potato Chips and two Martinis for dinner. One day last week I worked all day on my computer and forgot to eat or drink anything until I looked at the clock and tried to remember what I had eaten that day… I realized that I had forgotten to eat.
Am I happy? I don’t know exactly how I feel? I know one thing. I don’t want my future to be boring or less important than my children’s future. I don’t just want to be a grandmother or a mother-in-law that waits for an invitation. I want to make the last part of my life as important as the beginning of my life. I know it will be different but I don’t want to be a second thought. I don’t want to be sitting and knitting … I love children and yes, I would love to be a grandmother some day if that happens and I actually do know how to knit. I have often forced scarves and blankets on poor unsuspecting friends and family. Knitting has its place, however, I don’t want knitting a scarf for someone, to be my whole life. I want this rest of my life to be interesting, maybe exciting, maybe fulfilling, maybe learning new things … maybe meeting new people, maybe a little scary.
Is There Sex After Sixty?
Is there life after 60? Let’s find out? Who knows? I am going to explore these things and my life as a new 0ver 60 Single Woman. I would love to hear your experiences, your feelings, about life as an adult not just as an old adult. Let’s explore this life…. living hopefully into our 70’s and 80’s and maybe beyond. I am hoping for new adventures and lots of fun and flowers and Champagne!!! Love again? Who knows? maybe or maybe not? I want my life to be important to my last breath. So write me and let me know your thoughts, wishes and dreams let’s explore the good and bad of this new life. This Blog is for anyone who has reached the age of 60 or those that hope to. I will try to write once a week. Until then.