After overcoming breast cancer, Betty is more determined than ever to pursue things that make her life worth living. This summer she spent a month exploring South East Asia with a good friend.
She's thankful for the long holidays that her job as Head of Department teaching English allows. She gives her all at work and has earned the respect of pupils, parents, and colleagues alike. She has more than enough experience to be a Deputy or Head Teacher if she wishes. However, with no dependents, she's financially comfortable and - especially after her health scare - is wary of taking on a heavier burden of responsibility.
Betty never felt the urge to have children. She spent her teenage years raising four younger siblings due to her negligent alcoholic parents. Combined with the tangible difference she makes to her pupils' lives, this is enough for her.
Betty loves nothing more than feeling free. Being tied to a mortgage doesn't appeal, now more than ever. She rents a spacious two-bedroom loft apartment in a grand Victorian house near Sheffield City Centre. It's filled with treasures she's collected on her travels, each one telling a story.
She doesn't care for expensive clothes and her wardrobe is mainly black, accessorised by colourful ethnic jewelry and scarves. She isn't conventionally beautiful but has striking natural looks. She rarely wears makeup and beauty salons don't appeal to her - she sees them as a waste of money.
She spends her weekends exploring art galleries, sampling new cuisines in independent restaurants, and visiting the cinema and theatre. She's equally comfortable venturing out alone or with her close-knit circle of like-minded friends.
Betty has been single for fifteen years since the only man she ever truly loved realised he was asexual. You might think Betty feels betrayed, investing so much of herself in a doomed romantic relationship. Not so - they've rebuilt their closeness on different terms, a deep bond of friendship prevailing.
Single friends admire Betty's strength and independence, wishing they could feel as 'whole' as Betty does, with no urge to dip her toe into the murky midlife dating pool. In truth, while Betty values living life on her own terms, she wouldn't rule out the possibility of finding love again. She's disheartened that dating has shifted online, which feels false to her – the thought of creating a profile to 'market' herself abhorrent.
Only the privileged few see the real Betty and recognise that she isn't impervious to curveballs - it's her wisdom that equips her to deal with them and to see the positives, no matter what life throws her way.
Betty's only regret is that she doesn't suit her antiquated name, passed down from a distant great aunt!