I’m divorced and raising a wonderful son who is now 9 years old.
My life is not a fairytale, but it’s real. And I’m learning to feel joy in it again.
Behind me is a marriage that, unfortunately, didn’t last forever.
There were tears, there were moments when it felt like love was gone for good.
But I made it through. And you know what’s most important?
I still believe in love. 💖✨

People often ask me — is it too late to look for love again?
But I think: can there really be an age limit for real feelings?
After 40, love becomes deeper, more honest.
It’s no longer just butterflies in your stomach — it’s warmth, support, and someone who says “I’m here” on the hard days.

I’m not looking for a perfect man.
I want someone with whom I can feel peace and light.
Someone who will accept my past, my son, my dreams ✨ and fears.
Someone who’s not afraid of true closeness — emotional, not just physical. 👩‍❤️‍👨

If you’re reading this and my words speak to your heart — know this: you’re not alone.
Somewhere in the world, there is a woman still waiting for love.
I’m one of them.
Maybe it all begins with a simple “hello”? 😃

Never lose hope — it’s stronger than it seems.
Let there always be a place in your heart for love, even if it’s been hurt before.
To believe, to feel, to wait — that’s not weakness.
It means you’re alive.
And that means — anything is still possible. 💫