Hi guys,
I don't really know why I'm posting here...just to make sense of my thoughts and feelings I suppose.
I'm 33 this week and the reality of how old I am and how far away from where I want to be is becoming apparent. For context, I had anorexia from the ages of 13-26 and this involved a lot of treatment and hospital stays etc. Although I achieved well academically and went to uni I was unable to participate in normal life and did not hold down a full time job until the age of 28.
I am very lucky that my parents helped me buy a house where I live alone and I now work full time in a job I love. Recovery is ongoing (and will be forever) but I am doing well. I have a lovely bf of two years - we live separately. I have a tiny 2 bed house and he has a little shared ownership flat and, to my mind, it doesn't make sense to cram us both into a small space just for the sake of living together, especially as we both appreciate our own space. With the cost of living crisis and neither of us being particularly high earners, i can't see how we would ever be able to buy a house together, let alone get married and have children.
My biological clock is ticking loudly and every engagement and pregnancy announcement from my friends cuts deep (obviously I am very happy for them, I just wish I could have what they do). I'd love to have a family but given that bf and I don't even live together or have enough money to buy a property that would comfortably house 2 people I worry that it will never happen. I am getting older and my fertility is probably shot anyway due to the years of malnutrition. Bf doesn't seem to understand this, he uses the example of 40 year olds who get pregnant and have children but the likelihood of this happening for us is very slim due to the abuse my body endured from anorexia. He wants kids too but we are not in a position to have them and I don't know if we ever will be.
I just wish I had got a grip earlier and engaged with treatment sooner - then I wouldn't have had so many years out of work and I would likely be in a better position now. I just feel like I will never catch up with my peers. I have applied for a masters degree that would improve my earning potential but it lasts 14 months so I would be 35 by the time we might have enough money for a family. Bf is looking for new jobs but is not in an especially highly paid sector.
I know I should be grateful - I have my own house, I am a healthy weight and participating in life, I have a good relationship with my family which is a miracle given the hell I have put them through. But I'm not where I want to be and I don't know if i can ever get there.