Dear Prudence,
I am 49, newly divorced, and I find myself without close friends. For the past two years, I’ve been actively trying to build connections. I go to church and volunteer, rent a box at the community garden to meet other gardeners, attend events at the local library, chat with vendors at the farmers market, and know all my neighbors by name. People are friendly, but I’m still alone every Friday night. If this were just happening to me, I’d chalk it up to my age or stage in life. But my sons, who are 18 and 20, are struggling to find meaningful friendships too. Is this just how the world is now? Where have all the friendships gone?