How My Grandmother Helped Me See That My Life Choices Were Enough
At 42, I’ve chosen a life without children — a decision that has often been met with jokes and judgment. My family used to tease, saying I’d “grow old with only my plants for company.” When my grandmother passed away, my sisters received her wealth, while I was given a small necklace. My mother said…
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