My children have become so good at ignoring me that I’m starting to question my own existence. I can’t return the favor, however, as I am always aware of their presence. Or absence. Last week I went to the mall. On a WEDNESDAY. By MYSELF. I felt awkward and kind of like I was breaking the law. The purpose of my visit was all kid-centered (a return and a pick up) but there was not a kid with me and it felt wrong. I mean, for what reason would I, a woman in her very late 40s, be at a mall by herself? Do they even sell things for adult women there?
I think I'm alone now
I think I'm alone now
I think I'm alone now
My children have become so good at ignoring me that I’m starting to question my own existence. I can’t return the favor, however, as I am always aware of their presence. Or absence. Last week I went to the mall. On a WEDNESDAY. By MYSELF. I felt awkward and kind of like I was breaking the law. The purpose of my visit was all kid-centered (a return and a pick up) but there was not a kid with me and it felt wrong. I mean, for what reason would I, a woman in her very late 40s, be at a mall by herself? Do they even sell things for adult women there?