He’s a lovely young man (20). He’s living with me this year as he’s doing uni here for the first year, then transferring to an out of town uni. He helps a lot around the house, is a good listener (unlike me, I nod a lot but unintentionally get distracted), has a part-time job etc.
But he’s convinced he doesn’t have friends here (grudgingly admits he has lots of out of town friends) and has been complaining about this for years. However he does have friends! He goes out with them, tells me things they’ve said, I’ve met most of them. But he’s determined that he’s alone in the world and when special occasions come up he gets blue and the cloud descends over the house and he doesn’t feel any need to put on a brave face. I suppose I feel at his age he could suck it up a bit (but I never say this, I do my best to seem sympathetic).
I know I’m being awful, but 13 years of single parenting and I’m utterly worn out and now my kids aren’t actually children I’d like to step back a bit and not have to worry about them quite so much.
Just venting really. And hoping someone will tell me it’s normal to be a bit ready to relax and not feel I have to be the one-person band anymore for my kids (daughter is somewhat more self-reliant).