Emily Taylor

I was sitting in the park, feeling weighed down. Next to me on the bench was a woman who looked a little

I was sitting in the park, feeling weighed down by my thoughts. A woman, who looked just a bit over forty

I sat in the park, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. A woman, seemingly in her early forties

My name is Sarah, and I’m 52 years old. I understand that many women may not grasp my perspective.

Sorry I couldn’t make it to your birthday, Damon. Something happened on the way over.

My name is Emily, and I’m 52 years old. I realize that not every woman will understand my feelings.

My name is Olivia, I’m 52, and I realize not every woman will understand what I’m about to say.

The cheeky fellow left me for a wealthy city heiress because I was just a country girl! My name is Emma

Simon, I’m really sorry I missed your birthday party that time. I hit a kid with my car, — Victor

Simon, sorry I couldn’t make it to your birthday bash that time, I ended up hitting a kid with