Am I mental or just menopausal?
What with COVID and other stuff, life has been through a few major changes recently, almost all for the better.
However, I find myself daydreaming about what being young and free would be like, and what I could do, and fancying completely unsuitable young men, and wanting to dress up nice but fearing I'll look like a desperate old prozzie or something.
My job is good, I am healthy, I am happily married with a child, so why do I obsess about random men and feel so sad about getting older? I've never been bothered about my age (46 now), but it's hit me in the past couple of weeks like a train.
YABU: woman up, we all get older, count yourself lucky
YANBU: I get you, it's tough