One woman discovers the secret to loving her life
“How long has it been since your last relationship?” That’s the question I dreaded most when I was dating. Or I’d fudge (OK, lie). Once, I told a man “about three years” when the actual figure was closer to six. He didn’t miss a beat, asking, “What’s wrong with you?” To be fair, I don’t think he was being deliberately rude. In all other ways, I was a well-functioning adult....