You know that feeling when you're 42, a single parent, and you just... exist? Every single day is a marathon you never signed up for, and you just want to know if this bone-deep exhaustion is just... life now. Is this what being "middle-aged" means, or should I be worried I'm just completely falling apart? Because honestly, sometimes it feels like the universe is just mocking me.

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