I’m not even sure how to put this into words without sounding ungrateful, but perhaps someone here will understand what I mean.
I am 30 years old; I’m originally from Ukraine and have been living in England for several years now. Honestly, aside from my health, I have a truly happy life. I have a wonderful fiancé, a loving family, a home, and so many of the little things I dreamed of as a child. I’ve gone through cancer treatment and still deal with the aftereffects, so the last few years haven’t been easy. Yet, despite all that, I genuinely feel incredibly happy. I had the most beautiful marriage proposal, and we’re currently planning our wedding. Sometimes I look around and think about how happy the little girl I once was would be if she could see what her life has become. ❤️
I never dreamed of a huge, lavish wedding—quite the opposite, in fact. I’ve always wanted something small, cozy, and filled with love, surrounded by the people closest to me. And that is exactly the kind of wedding we’re planning. But recently, I realized something that suddenly made me feel very sad: I have almost everything I ever wanted, yet outside of my family, there’s hardly anyone with whom I can share this happiness.
Since moving to another country, my circle of friends has gradually grown smaller and smaller. And there’s one thing I just can’t seem to wrap my head around: it sometimes feels as though the happier I become, the more some of my friends drift away—even those back in my home country. I don’t know if it’s the distance, the fact that we’re simply growing up and our paths are diverging, or something else entirely. I don’t want to think poorly of people without a reason, but it still hurts when something wonderful happens in your life and you suddenly realize there’s almost no one you can call to share the news with, all breathless with excitement. Sometimes I feel like I have so much happiness to share, yet absolutely no one to share it with.
And now, there’s the wedding. There’s one small thing that’s making me unexpectedly sad: my bachelorette party. I’ve dreamed of it since I was a child—not because I need some grand, extravagant bash, but because I’ve always loved the idea of my friends secretly planning something just for me. Little surprises, silly games, laughter—maybe something completely absurd that we’d look back on and joke about for years to come. It’s that wonderful, almost childlike feeling of arriving somewhere and realizing that the people close to you have invested their time and heart into creating something special, just for you. I recently realized that, in all likelihood, I won’t get to experience that. It’s not that a bachelorette party couldn’t be organized; it’s that I no longer have friends that close in my life. Of course, I could arrange something myself, but that’s just not the same, is it?
On my side, the only people at the wedding will likely be my parents—and perhaps one friend, if she’s able to make it. And while I truly do want a small wedding, I never imagined that there would be so few people there for me. It’s a strange feeling—to be incredibly happy about an upcoming wedding while simultaneously feeling a bit sad about the experiences you might never get to have.
Making new friends doesn’t come easily to me, either. I’m not working right now due to health reasons, so I spend a lot of time at home; I can’t always travel far or just head out whenever I’d like. I live in Derbyshire, and I sometimes genuinely wonder: how do people even find close friends after the age of 25 or 30—especially after moving to another country? Where do you even begin when you don’t have colleagues to go out with, or a circle of acquaintances through whom you might meet new people?
I suppose I’m writing this because I’d love to hear from others who have found themselves in a similar situation. Have you ever felt lonely, even when you were genuinely happy with your life? Have you managed to find true friends after moving, even if you spend a lot of time at home? And if you got married without a group of close girlfriends by your side, how did you feel about all those little wedding traditions—like a bachelorette party, for instance?
There’s still some time before the wedding, and I truly hope that, one day, I’ll find "my" people. Not because I need someone to throw a party for me, but because I miss having girlfriends—someone to laugh with, share good news with, support each other through tough times, and celebrate all the little moments in life together.
Perhaps what saddens me most isn’t the thought of not having a bachelorette party, but the realization of how much I miss the kind of friendship that makes such moments possible in the first place.
Anyway, thank you to everyone who read this. I think I just really needed to share these thoughts somewhere. ❤️