Not how I'd imagined. Too many miserable lonely and unhappy years. Wasted 20s. A lot of feeling lost and waiting to feel like an adult.
Mid 50s now and am probably one of the most fortunate people you could meet. Made the right calls work-wise over the years and retired at 52, with capital and ongoing income having spent 30 years working hard at something I enjoyed and was good at.
Great relationship with ex - he's there for me 99% and we have blossomed apart.
Worked through a ton of shit in therapy and have laid to rest lots of crap and now feel "me" in all my bounteous wonderfulness :)
Kids were a wonder, a joy, a blessing. That one is struggling so much with their life atm as a young adult is my biggest sorrow and pain.
I could, I hope in many years time, die happy having known myself.
(But OMG the world is not what I'd thought it would be growing up - in general it's far, far worse and people are far far worse.)