Everyone i know who has successfully settled down with a 2nd life-partner, post divorce, has done so in their 30s or 40s.
Everyone i know who's got divorced and empty-nested in their 50s, is single and settled in their own home which they love, with their own circle of friends who are important to them, and has a routine of book-club on Monday, yoga class on Tuesday, knitting circle on Wednesday, SCUBA club on Thursday, girls' (or boys') night out on Friday, there's Strictly on Saturday, and Sunday is for family BBQs. Because that's what being 50something is. Right?
And all the divorced 50something singletons I know basically want to be in a full time relationship, with happily ever after, but couldn't imagine giving up any of what they have.
And I'm probably guilty of all that.
The problem is, if we don't want to give up what we've got and the lives we've built, and neither does anyone else in our demographic, surely we're all doomed to die alone ... except for our 15 cats.
Discuss.