Yesterday, I had a really interesting conversation with someone in my neighborhood.
Natalie’s 47. She looks great for her age. She has a thriving business. She’s been married since she was a teenager. She has three kids, and only one of them is still at home.
On the surface, Natalie looks like she’s one of those rare women who had it all figured out at a young age. Scratch an inch beneath and she’s a deeply sad woman.
Turns out her husband – a man that I like a lot…
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