Relying on my parents for the first twenty years, relying on my husband for the next twenty years, relying on my son at the age of sixty, and relying on my grandson at the age of eighty - this was once the "pleasant" life script my ex-husband said. He thought I should follow this path of dependence throughout my life.
I admit that the past days were once in pieces, so fragile that they could be torn to pieces. But if it breaks, it will break. At worst, it will be repaired again and a new pattern painted on it. Who says that a 30-year-old woman should be trapped in the framework defined by others?
