Men tend to get lonelier as they age.
One reason is that many of their friendships are built around shared interests rather than shared inner lives.
There's nothing wrong with golf, fantasy football, or talking about work. But if every conversation stays there, it's possible to spend years surrounded by people and still have nobody you can tell the truth to.
I've met countless successful men who can name dozens of colleagues and acquaintances but struggle to identify a single person they could call in a moment of real pain.
By middle age, many have become fluent in banter and almost illiterate in confession. The friendships that endure are often built through small acts of courage: asking the deeper question, giving the honest answer, and risking being known.
Loneliness rarely arrives all at once. It accumulates quietly, one surface-level conversation at a time.