That’s me, the square peg who has tried for more than 50 years to fit in a round hole. I’ve never been able to make it work. And now living in a place forced upon me by financial poverty, I find it’s even more difficult to fit in.
I don’t think it’s impossible for me to have whittled and carved myself so I would fit into a round hole but in order to do that, I would have needed an idea of what I was supposed to be. As I’ve said before I never really dreamed of being anything except a wife, mother, mother-in-law and eventually grandmother.
It’s as though I’m lost in a great wide ocean just drifting about with no place to drop anchor. I can’t drift forever but I belong nowhere. There is no place for me to fit in or call home anymore.
My life on an unexpected path 
I’ve been there. Not in your same exact space, but the same emotionally. It’s hard living a place you’ve had to choose for financial reasons. Your willingness to express your feelings is so healthy, and I believe better things lie ahead for you.
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Great entry! I like how you take such a simple representation and use to sum up not just your own, but many other people’s problems with living.
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