Im 45 and single is this strange???

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At 45, Rachel sat on her porch, gazing out at the empty street. She had always imagined that by now, her life would be settled—husband, maybe kids, a cozy home filled with laughter. But here she was, sipping tea alone, wondering where time had gone.

Her friends were all married, with busy lives and families. Yet, despite her beauty, success, and kindness, love seemed to slip through her fingers. Every relationship had ended before it truly began. She’d hear, “It’s not you, it’s me,” too many times to count.

Tonight, it hit her hard. How could she still be single? She had done everything right, hadn’t she? The thought made her heart ache. “Why not me?” she whispered to the empty room.

As the sun set, Rachel realized that love may not come as expected, but she wasn’t ready to give up hope just yet. Maybe tomorrow would be different.

 

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