Is it wrong to find the “strong woman” concept as annoying as the “strong man” concept?
For some I’ve met.
It’s not them, it’s me.
Isabel writes: “illness was her way of avoiding boring household duties, her marriage, herself. Sadness and boredom were more bearable than the effort of living a normal life.”
Which is not to say that physical-emotional pain can’t be debilitating.
But not Lucinda, who makes me sad and happy.
Also, amazing how many people touch the pretty owner of the Chinese restaurant.
Aw, maybe I’m just sore.