Women over 60: We Were All Duped

And the moment you see it, everything changes.

Let me tell you a story.

Not a tidy one. Not the kind with a neat little bow at the end. The kind that starts in the dark and finds its way to the light — not because someone handed you a flashlight, but because you finally decided to strike your own match.

It starts on an ordinary morning.

I woke up slow. Foggy. That low, quiet disconnection that had beco…