How old am I?

13 Oct

How old am I? Because I really don’t think I am the age it says on my driver’s license. I cannot relate to women my age. Their problems seem like things I dealt with in high school.

Maybe it’s because I met David when I was 16. Maybe it’s because I got married at 21. Most likely it’s because of all of our health issues. Whatever the reason, I feel completely disconnected from my Generation Y peers. Could the Generation Xers please adopt me? No, wait. Make that the Baby Boomers.

To all my “normal” or “healthy” friends, please don’t think I don’t want to hear about your problems. I do. It’s kind of an escape for me to listen to someone else’s life and troubles. And I really do remember buying a dress to wear to a party once or twice. A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.