I am not unhappy. I am not happy.
My life has been varied even though i was married forever. I've traveled... worked... played... loved and lived.
No matter what i did or accomplished... i always was proud of my biggest accomplishment. Together with my lifetime love (and sometime combatant) i raised six wonderful, beautiful, talented and intelligent daughters...
...or so i thought. I was recently called a 'failure.' This tells me i have lived 73+ years for nothing.
I whine when i have 'not enough' to do; i whine when i have 'too much' to do. I am no longer a wife. Now i am just a mother and a daughter... oh yeah... and a failure. I want to be ME! When will i have a chance to be me?
Who am I?