This must be my fifteenth year, and I have felt a sea change.
I started as a twenty-something single gal in South Africa with two little boys and very little money; now I’m a 40-something woman with two strapping young men, living in Ireland with a long term life partner who I refer to as my lover, because apparently people don’t like it when you’re my age and still talking about your boyfriend. “Lover” shuts them up very quickly.
But that’s not the problem. The problem is I used to get angry about things.
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