I was thrilled to celebrate my fifty-seventh birthday yesterday, but my husband Mike had other ideas. He’s been making fun of my age whenever he gets the chance lately. “You’re too old to dance, Emma,” he said, embarrassing me in front of our friends at the celebration. You could fracture your hip.
When my closest friend Karen could take it no more, she spilled the alarming news that Mike here couldn’t perform without taking a small blue tablet. You know how I discovered this, too? Due to his infidelity towards Emma with my friend Linda.When the room quieted down, I turned to face Mike. “I’m over your deceit and violence. Do you wish to make me feel unattractive and outdated? Here’s a shocking revelation: I feel more alive and vibrant now that you’re not pulling me down.Feeling strong and free, Karen and I exited the party. Karen toasted, “To new beginnings and to never letting anyone dull our sparkle!” as we entered my favorite restaurant.I saw Alex, a charming man, while we celebrated. Perhaps this was a sign of things to come. I accepted my age and life with newfound zeal after that day, prepared to confront the future with fortitude and power.
