Never occurs to this dumb ass that when she’s 71, her kid will be twenty, and still in need of parental support psychologically.
If she were married, the dad might at least be around to help out. If something happens to her, the kid is adrift.
Isn’t this just charming. And then there’s the two year old.
Of course this situation is described in glowing terms. Ah it’s just a life choice you know. “I don’t care what others think.”
Doesn’t give a damn about the kids either.
I was 46 when my youngest son was born. He’s now 26 and I am 72. The worst that happened to me was people who asked how old my “ grandson” was.
twenty years from now, 70 will be the new 54....it's amazing, but it's happening before our eyes....I have friends well into their 80's who play golf every day!!!