I burst into tears. Not sad tears. Relief tears.
But out of that silence, I have found new voices. I joined a book club with women aged 45 to 70. We read literary fiction and drink cheap red wine. We don't talk about recipes or Pinterest. We talk about death, sex, regret, and joy. It is the most honest conversation I have had in decades. Mom POV Rhonda 50 Year Old With
I told her the truth. "Honey, a glow up implies you were broken before. I wasn't broken. I was busy. There's a difference." I burst into tears