Married and divorced, three beautiful daughters, two in college. The other one is 16, lives with her mom. I'm 46, I've worked for the Post Office for 18 years, seven facilities in three states.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I have a daughter, she's twenty years old.
I have a daughter and a family.
My wife, Jill, and I have an incredibly close working relationship, and an incredibly happy married one. We met through work. I was the world's worst advertising copywriter. She had the misfortune to be my account director, so from the very start she was my boss, and she still is.
I have two daughters.
I was born to a single mom and raised by her and my grandparents.
I'm married, I have a couple kids, I've traveled a lot, I've done book tours a lot, I'm happy to stay home and take my kids to school and come to the office.
I've lived the life of a 35-year-old since I was 18.
I spent most of my life from 24 to 31 at the office. I wasn't going to people's weddings; I wasn't cultivating my marriage. I wasn't happy.
I cohabited for 20 years with my longtime husband and father of my two now-teen daughters in a stable family household.
I'm a nice, happily married wife and mom and I live in Connecticut.