Sad But True Life Of A Middle Aged Woman: Guide to Love

By Angela Rogers

There is a new demographic known as “The Middle Aged Woman,” and her ranks are growing quickly. This woman was taught to go to college in order to meet a man/partner, get married and rely on this persona for her financial success and her Happily Ever After. But now, with the increased divorce rate and current economic crisis, these women are likely to experience many years of struggle and frustration. This Middle Aged Woman is trying to figure out how to get through the woes of being a single mom raising children, working full time outside the home and being financially independent. The purpose of this book is to equip these women with the knowledge, perspective and the ultimate life of their dreams.
Sad But True Life Of A Middle Aged Woman: Guide to Love, is the first in a series of books geared toward Middle Aged Women. In this break through series we look at the elusive search for love. Everybody wants a loving relationship, but how do we find it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Angela Rogers
• Release date: Aug 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476115016

Angela Rogers

As a single mom of 2 kids, Angela loves to speak and write about her life experiences. Sometimes you'll hear stories about parenting, divorce or eating (she love good food). Usually it is just her observations and perspectives on life. In her spare time, she works on her series of books called, "Sad But True Life Of A Middle Aged Woman" These guides help navigate through foreclosure, divorce, dating and life in general. Angela can give you tips so you can learn from her successes. "I didn't go to college and for years I let the bother me. Now, I teach people how to find their passion and turn that in to a business. Everybody has a God given gift. Are you using yours?"

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Sad But True Life Of A Middle Aged Woman:

Guide to Love

By Angela Rogers

Copyright 2012 by Angela Rogers

Smashwords Edition

ISBN: 9781476115016 ISBN

This book is for entertainment purposes only. If you feel you need help with a relationship in your life, please get professional help.

With Thanks,

There are so many people to say thank you to. First and foremost are my family and friends who supported me through this emotional journey. They believed in what I was trying to say and do. Thank you to my children, who never gave up on me. And thank you to Cindy, who spent hours doing the editing of this book.

Love.

Pure, unadulterated, unconditional love. Everybody wants it; that ever elusive and perfect relationship. We fall in love and we fall out of love more than any other event in our lives. We may love something or someone. We want to be in love with someone and we want that someone to be in love with us. Some of us spend years looking for it and some of us are convinced we may never find it.

My generation grew up with the Cinderella Syndrome. If you’ve seen the movie Cinderella even once, you know what I’m talking about. The man of your dreams is supposed to come along sweep you off your feet and save you from your misery, you know the story. I had been waiting for years for my Prince Charming to do that to me, sweep me off of my feet and save me.

As a child, I saw my own parents struggle with love. My father was a handsome man who spent most of his time looking for his reflection as he passed a window or available mirror. If he wasn’t looking for his reflection, he was trying to catch the eye of an attractive young lady who might be walking by. He wasn’t emotionally available to me and he preferred that I call him Father rather than Daddy. He left us when I was 4 years old. My mom was busy trying to raise children by herself and work outside the home in order to make ends meet.

When they were married, I would watch them together, trying to figure out what love looked like. What I usually saw at home was conflict and frustration. I was desperate to find out what happiness looked like so I watched television, trying to identify with somebody, anybody. I watched the Partridge Family and the Brady Bunch, and according to them what I had at home, was not love.

In high school, some of my girlfriends who were really lucky found love without ever looking for it. They were usually popular and pretty, more often than not, they were blonde and curvy in all the right places. I had not been blessed with beautiful blonde locks nor did I have curves. What I had, was mousy brown hair, slim hips and a flat chest. My mom wouldn’t let me color my hair and the thought of stuffing socks in to my bra was a ridiculous notion. What if the socks moved during the day? Then what? People would