Last night, my hubby asked if I ever felt like I’d live to be as old as I am (or older) when I was growing up. I told him that I’d always had this recurring dream about being really old and dying peacefully in my sleep alone. But at the same time, I was suicidal as a teenager, and honestly, I couldn’t see this far. I had resigned myself to an early deat…
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