Mine looks like adult kids eating through my grocery budget, an aging parent who thinks I moonlight as a full-time carer, and me trying to figure out if the term ‘golden years’ was just a typo. Anyone else feel like midlife came with the wrong instruction manual?
Mine looks like adult kids eating through my grocery budget, an aging parent who thinks I moonlight as a full-time carer, and me trying to figure out if the term ‘golden years’ was just a typo. Anyone else feel like midlife came with the wrong instruction manual?