D12 and I were watching 4 weddings today and there was a bacon bar. I said I wanted that for my 40th birthday party and we have 6 months to go! She says to me:
“Um, mom, the husband usually plans the 40th birthday party. How are you going to have one of you don’t have a husband to plan it for you?”
She’s right. Ouch. Unless I do it my self, Which isn’t going to happen. I planned my own (30th birthday night out in Atlantic City) who’s going to do it for me? Well, I’m surely not
It was a gut-punch of a reminder. I was thinking I might be with someone special by 40. And I really thought that I would be having a joint 40th with someone I loved.
I didn’t imagine getting getting divorced before 30. But I was. And I surely didn’t imagine being single at 40. But I will be.
