Like my sister at heart, Emzi girl, I'm also tired...tired of giving myself little pep-talks, tired of ignoring, tired of understanding. I'm really weary. The tears still hasn't dried coz my heart can't stop shedding them. I'm the empty entity going about the office looking happy.
When I was a little girl, I thought at 25 years old, I'd already be MADE, as in good job, husband, two kids, dog. At 38 years, I have a (good) job, and a cat. All things considered, and I was given the choice between settling down to start a family or a career advancement, I'd choose family.
And the thought that I may never have my own family, hurts. It really hurts.