My wife is always telling me that I should stop complaining and moping, that I'm "only" 50. I tell her that there's a young 50 and an old 50. I'm an ancient 50. I think happiness keeps you young. But to those like me, starved for love and affection, life can sometimes be a burden. I've had a lot of pain and trouble into 50 years, enough for two lifetimes. Sometimes 50 feels like enough. What do you say, fellow 40-and-overs?