Growing old alone. I'm useless, no pension, no mortgage, no investment in my future except - until recently - the love of a man who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I can deal with the poverty, the uncertainty and the insecurity of finances and property - but I hate silence.
I have no friends living nearby any more - they all moved out of [...] and established families, etc. My job is real demanding - I love it - but I work a lot - weekends, evenings - so I rarely get to see people. At least I always had my man - but very recently we broke up.
I had a week off work a few weeks back - I stared at the wall for most of it or sat in the pub drinking. Once work has gone, I'll not interact with anybody on a daily basis - so this is something I fear most - the deafening silence, the sense of loneliness - and I know I won't feel the total clout of it until I retire.