Time

I know what you see. Really. I do. You see a walking, talking, eating, breathing, shitting cliche… You see a woman of a certain age, fed up of my body, my face, my friends, my home, my job, my kids and of course, my husband! You see a woman fed up of her decisions, her choices, her options, in short, fed up with her life. Yes, you see me. I know you do. But it wasn’t always like this. I wasn’t always like… This.