Having kids is vastly overrated.
At least our parents had the light at the end of the tunnel......we would leave home between 18 and 21 so they got their home and life back.
My parents left home at 18 and 16 respectively. They had their own homes to go to, which they could afford with their starter jobs.
Now, things have changed and I reckon my kid will be at home until about 25. I cannot afford to fund myself, have no pension, nmw pt job. I certainly do not want to fund child until 25!
I'm also dreading having gorgeous skinny teenagers draped all over my house whilst I will be looking like a sweating crone battling the menopause. I'm an introvert and I won't have my sanctuary.
I've lost so so much of my life and my future doesn't look good (I'm excited to see my child growing up, it's lovely. But that's HER life, not mine).
She's 10 and I've now got her to walk herself home from school and I let her in.
She has her own key cut, but is refusing to take it to school. So she's not ready, that's ok. It's like I'm finally starting to emerge from beneath a suffocating, heavy cloak.
I paste on a smile most of the time when she's around and I care greatly about her and her feelings and her life.
But I probably don't have the right temperament for mothering.