This is the time of my life when I’m supposed to be responsible.  I’ve been responsible.  I did the right things:  got married, had the great kids, got divorced, still have the great kids, got the great dog, the great cat.  And still…  I’m missing something.

Bitter?  Angry?  No.  Just waiting for the lottery check to come in or for someone to adopt me.


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