If there was ever anyone who really needed to be a part of hustle culture, it’s me. My husband’s going to die of cancer in the next few years, instead of getting our “happily ever after,” where we peacefully live out our lives together into old age.
My grandparents got that. So have my parents. I will not. Instead, I’ll be widowed, most likely in my early 50s. I just hope it’s not sooner.