After my divorce settled, and following years spent raising my children and caring for my mother in her final chapter, I began to dip my toe back into the dating pool at 51. Even though I felt ready to open up to the possibility of romance, I was also very aware of my emotional capacity – what I had the bandwidth to hold and what I didn't.
After my divorce settled, and following years spent raising my children and caring for my mother in her final chapter, I began to dip my toe back into the dating pool at 51.
Even though I felt ready to open up to the possibility of romance, I was also very aware of my emotional capacity – what I had the bandwidth to hold and what I didn't.
I wasn't looking for a soulmate, nor was I interested in future-tripping, making long-term promises or auditioning for a major role in a partner's established life.
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After my divorce settled, and following years spent raising my children and caring for my mother in her final chapter, I began to dip my toe back into the dating pool at 51. Even though I felt ready to open up to the possibility of romance, I was also very aware of my emotional capacity – what I had the bandwidth to hold and what I didn't. I wasn't looking for a soulmate, nor was I interested in future-tripping, making long-term promises or auditioning for a major role in a partner's established life.
After a long marriage and years of caregiving, my needs had shifted. Given that, and at the behest of my curious married friends who urged me to "take one for the team", I manually adjusted my age preferences on the apps, sliding the scale far enough left that it could be framed as a cultural statement. I widened those parameters not as a hunt but as an experiment in lowe...
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