So I turned 45 the end of last month. The past few years I've made a supreme effort to "be good", to act my age, to be the kind of wife my fabulous husband deserves. I haven't been going to Guttenberg and being naughty with Stace. I've severely curbed the risk taking. As a result, life is boring. I'm not living anymore. I'm not feeling that pulse
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