For the first few paragraphs I kept thinking, this IS my life!
That is until the subject took a turn.
Yet, in spite of having a wonderful guy to date and in spite of not having dealt with sexual
harassment in the workforce, I found the thrift store clothing, garage
sale table, car with no fender reality very much aligned with, well, my reality.
A reality that scares the shit out of me currently.
I may not be in need of a Fuck Off Fund,
but a fund for having fun...that's something I can strive for.
For the fun -- for the independence of being a woman and doing it all on my own.
Read it HERE !