At 40, I agreed to marry a man with a disabled leg. There was no love between us. On our wedding night, I trembled as I lifted the covers and discovered a shocking truth.
My name is Sarah Miller, I am 40 years old. My youth gradually faded into unfinished loves – some betrayed me, others saw me as a temporary stopover. Every time I broke up, my mother would look at me and sigh, “Sarah, maybe it’s time to stop chasing perfection. My neighbor, James, is a good … Read more