telling a widow to "re-invent" herself, and "just get out there"...uhm, "makeovers" and getting new curtains for the livingroom...excuse freaking me, but simply treating yourself to lunch at the diner...costs money. Ya know, that which more than a few old widows can't really spare.
Oh, i am so glad that one thing i am so NOT! is lonely.
But alot of financially struggling widows are. And the last thing they need is smug-arse'd advIce from people who aren't worried about the cost of tires, and whether the roof will be okay till spring.
Just today, ms-thinks-shes-all-that (the 2nd) was going on, and on, about her (local) shopping trip she made the other day. i basically gray rocked.
NO! i'm not lonely, and neither do i care to find a group of (gossipy) women to do lunch with. Once in a while, i do treat myself - and frankly, i am just f-I-n-e, fine eating ALONE in a diner. When i was young, being alone was a reproach (uh, yeah, satan deceives young women into buying the L.I.E. that you need pee-pull - most of whom are bad news, anyway - to validate you). Now that i am old, i can enjoy solitude. Have to be so careful around pee-pull...whaddabuncha hidden reefs...no thanks.
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