So here is the part I don't get. 40 year olds acting like pesky little children. Some days are harder than others.
So P is talking about marrying this guy she met in San Jose, except she can't really have a conversation with him, his parents doesn't like her, they have nothing in common, and she is not even sure if they love each other. You would think a divorced woman of 35 would know how that is going to end up!
People!
As days pass, I realize more than I am still not over the death of my father.
