A cheeky, age-gap, romantic comedy novella to enjoy with a glass of wine and a bar of choccy!
They say your twenties are a time of wild self-discovery, to blow caution to the wind and try everything; to figure out who you are and what you want. Alas, my first attempts to ‘blow caution’ and try something new led me head-first into motherhood and marriage. Self-discovery was replaced by self-sacrifice as I delved into a lukewarm marriage, gave up on my career goals, and dedicated my all to raising my beautiful daughter, Abi. And this is where I have stayed, right up until the dawn of my forties. Now I’m divorced, preparing my girl for university, and giving my ex-husband relationship advice.
Is this it? Waiting to bid adieu to my youth, my dreams, and tits that can stay up on their own? And what about sex? Will I have to rely on Netflix to see men with chiselled abs, who rate a woman’s sexual satisfaction as highly as their own? Do these men even exist outside of the realms of fiction? God, tell me there’s more…please?
They say your twenties are a time of wild self-discovery, to blow caution to the wind and try everything; to figure out who you are and what you want. Well, hell, I’m planning on doing exactly that until it’s time for me to exit this mortal coil. Why follow convention when I can make up my own rules? And why care about what everybody else thinks if you’re happy? My mum taught me life is short, while my dad taught me love is conditional, so I’m living for me.
Still, I can’t help thinking, is this it? Having no aspirations other than to be the pretty boy who works at Claire’s Lobster? To watch my father move on from one new wife to the next? To only connect with someone for the length of an unsatisfying rumble between the sheets? God, tell me there’s more…please?
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