Backwash
Something strange has taken over. I can
be honest about the pervasive loneliness of my days and nights—but honestly it
makes me feel defeated. As a single, successful 37 year-old woman I’m supposed
to bask in my achievements, or so the magazines tell me, but
instead I relive moments with men who eventually chose anything
but to have me in their lives.
It’s easy to feel sorry for myself, but
it’s just as easy to declare a change. Either effort is wasted, and so I
will search for the contents at the bottom of this bottle. They’ll surely help
me figure something out.
Something strange has taken over. I can
be honest about the pervasive loneliness of my days and nights—but honestly it
makes me feel defeated. As a single, successful 37 year-old woman I’m supposed
to bask in my achievements, or so the magazines tell me, but
instead I relive moments with men who eventually chose anything
but to have me in their lives.