Midlife crisis?
People say, "you are a beautiful woman, Rita. You are so strong, you lived such an interesting life." But at the edge of 35 when my boobs firmly point downwards and my face is covered with wrinkles, after 6 years of a meaningful relationship with just one man, is it wrong to want to know that I'm just a pretty girl? Not an amazing woman, not a great mother, not a community staple, not strong and determined, not career minded, not remarkable, not good writer, not some super woman....
Just a pretty girl you'd want to fuck.
Just a pretty girl you'd want to fuck.