I lost my second parent this year and it has become apparent how much I lack close friendships. I have a wonderful DP so I am very lucky, but I am lonely. I moved away from my hometown in my 20's for work reasons and also because I needed specialist medical care that was of a much higher quality in London, which probably saved my life.
I'm not working now because my physical and mental health has me quite low, but I am volunteering, just a few hours a week. The people are so lovely and I enjoy the company when I'm there. However, there is so much talk of families and I just have hardly any now, and I am struggling with not being able to have kids, and of course people chat away about their kids. I enjoy hearing all the lively chatter on one level, but on another it makes me feel even more profoundly alone, and also pointless.
Similarly, I do keep in touch with some lovely old friends via social media and see them occasionally, and it's so nice that we can do that. But again it makes me feel even more alone in a way.
Everyone has their 'proper' networks of family and close friends, and I just don't? There is something about being on the outskirts that makes me feel awkward and want to withdraw from everyone completely but I don't do that of course, because I'm interested in their lives and am fond of them.
Can anyone relate to any of these feelings?