The art of dating when you are in your 40’s is a perilous, soul destroying mission. I blame my misfortune with men on the 'fairy tale factor'... That never ending belief that love conquers all and that one day a prince will come.
Reality isn't even close to the fairy tale. Especially when the prince doesn’t just come with baggage – he comes with a bitter, money grubbing ex-wife clinging to his back like a hump.
Monday, April 30, 2018
Today I'm writing only to avoid getting ready for work. I feel like shouting "hey! I'm 55 years old! I've worked enough!" but it wouldn't do any good. In reality, I wonder when are we going to stuff the world and introduce a zombie virus or something...