I feel… I don't know, empty? Like, my kids just left for college, and everyone's all "look at you, empty nester, time for YOUR life!" and I’m just here, in this echoing mausoleum of a house, looking at my husband like he's a stranger I'm trapped with. Is it just me or are we all just... performing resilience? Because honestly, I’m 70, shouldn’t I be better at this by now? I just want to curl up and let the dust bunnies take over, but then I remember the vacuum and ugh, the effort.
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