I never thought I’d say that. Being the 48 yr old old spitfire I am. However, something is amiss. I am not the sexy one. I am not the smarter one. I am not that more outspoken one. I am not the better person,the lover, the good dresser, the adventurous one. I am not the mother, the wife the life long best friend, the rich one, the arm candy or the educated one. 

I am the sweet one. The emotional one. The romantic one. The prettier one. The younger one. The childless one. The unattached one.
The braver one. I was the only one.
The right one.

Now it’s too late.
Alone she is. Stronger.
Old is not the new black.
Strength is.
Enjoy your older one.