Yes, middle age has hit me in the face and it does to everybody who lives that long. Most people think I'm going crackers for liking being middle aged but I love it.
You see, my youth was a curse. Full of child abuse and scapegoat clear through high school. People used to call me ugly on the streets.
I used to feel really bad all the time and I felt a lot of pain when I was young.
I especially felt bad when I was 25. Nothing was going right.
I had a job a stressful job at that as a Law Clerk and I was constantly under pressure.
Everybody was rude to me and they thought me to be ugly People on the street constantly said that I was ugly. I had acne all over my face and I was shockingly thin.
I was always strapped for cash and I lived in a one room apartment with zillions of cockroaches.
I had very few friends.
I was in despair that nothing good would happen to me.
I would go to bars to have drinks and even the Bartenders said, "What was that?"
I suffered all through my twenties, thirties and up until I was 45.
Things got better after I was 45. I no longer care about how I look as long as I am neat and clean and presentable.
I no longer care what people think of me,
I have a loving husband and two loving kitties. But most of all, I have myself. I have a few friends and I no longer feel bad. In fact I feel good.
I just love being middle aged. I am wiser, stronger and I know a lot.
So If you don't agree with me, I will stick out my tongue at you.
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