Westley has always known Claire. She's always been a constant in his life, whether it be as his babysitter, his secret Santa, as his pretend-girlfriend, his confident, as the person he could always rely on.
But she's also always been the girl he lov...
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I'm forty five and Claire is retiring.
She could have waited longer, but she tells me she's fifty six and she's tired and she wants to be home with the kids and she wants to work on other projects on her own.
For over thirty years she was a political journalist. She's destroyed the careers of a couple of crooked politicians with her articles, or at least she's helped bringing them down. But she wants to write her own projects now and not just cover the stories her editor wants her to work on.
I support her completely. We're at a financial place right now that doesn't even need her to do anything. She could spend her days rocking on the swinging chair on our back porch if she wanted to. But Claire isn't one to just stroll around without doing anything.
It feels like she's busier with all the projects she wants to set into motion while being retired than she did when she worked.
She makes me smile. She's a force to be reckoned with, my wife.
