I'm widowed, 66, and spend a lot of time on my own. I have got two busy adult kids who keep in touch regularly, but live too far away to see very often. I had to downsize when my husband died, and it's been a disaster, I'm still not settled here. Over the weekend I was at a loose end, and decided to look for an old boyfriend on FB from the early 70's.
So I was really pleased to find his profile. He's still married to this girl all these years later, and is having a fantastic life.
I can't work out why it's unsettled me - is it just one of those 'what ifs' we sometimes torture ourselves with?