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I'm a thirty-year-old woman who's been through a lot in my life. I grew up in a poor household with my single mother working multiple jobs just to make ends meet. We had to move from one low-income neighborhood to another, never staying in the same place for long.
Despite these hardships, I managed to find solace in reading and writing. I would spend hours devouring books from the local library, losing myself in stories of adventure and romance. Writing became my escape, a way for me to express myself and process the world around me.
As I entered adulthood, I struggled to find my place in society. I bounced between dead-end jobs and short-lived relationships, never quite feeling like I fit in. It wasn't until I turned twenty-five that I began to focus on building a life of my own. I started taking classes at night school, learning about marketing and graphic design.
I met her on Tinder. She was young, vivacious, and had the kind of breasts I'd only seen in magazines – size 80, perfectly perky. We hit it off immediately, bonding over our love of art and music.
We began dating, but things got complicated quickly. Her parents disapproved of me, citing my age and lack of wealth as reasons why we wouldn't make a suitable couple. They wanted her to focus on finishing school and getting married to someone more stable.
I was heartbroken when she ended our relationship. I felt like I'd lost not only
