I met up with an old school friend today. I've known her since we were in high school. She's lovely.
She moved to London when she met her partner who has a really good job. They have a big house in a leafy part of London which they've completely renovated. She is so so much more confident and has a job which I would so love to do. She goes on amazing holidays to South America/ New York/ Madives etc.
I, on the other hand still live in my shit home town in a small house in a shit area. Half of my house is exactly as it was from the previous owners - ive lived here 12 years but can't afford to change it..my partner doesn't have a high paying job. My marriage is going through a troubling time. I have a boring low paid minimum wage pt job. I haven't been abroad in ten years and even then it was a cheap Europe destination. I have severe low self esteem, self confidence and trauma related social anxiety which means I will never be able to do jobs which I would love to do.
Comparison is the thief of joy. Yes -sometimes but at other times it's a big smack on your face to remind you how so far left behind in life you are and how I'm lacking so much in myself.