
I’m a Failure
At the age of 42, I didn’t think I’d be unmarried and living at home. By this time, I was sure that I would be married, living in my own home, and with one or two teenaged kids. And a cat, of course. Well, I have a cat. I’m just missing the other stuff. In fact, I haven’t had a boyfriend in over 10 years. How is that possible? I don’t really know. I guess no one fancies me. And