39, widowed, one child, no friends. Barely any family at all (none of my late DH's family bother anymore either). I am so, so incredibly lonely. For reasons I won’t go into due to the validity of it getting picked apart, I can’t work - at all (health related). Nope, can't do anything at all.
So 6 days out of 7, I'm stuck in the house, lonely & miserable. Sometimes 7 if my child doesn't fancy a trip out anywhere or I'm not well enough to leave the house.
8 years now. For 8 years I've managed to find ways to be content with my own company and found ways to occupy myself. But I'm truly fed up now.
I'm not yet ready to meet another man romantically so respectfully, please don't suggest that. Not yet.
I just need friends and the few times I've tried Peanut & Mush (apps for mums/women to meet friends. Kind of like Tinder for friends) I've not had any responses, despite having a perfectly upbeat and nice profile. Sigh.....
It's me isn't it? I'm broken.