During my twenties I was a wildchild, I drank and went out every night, took drugs and had casual sex with various men.
Luckily I had a good group of close friends who werent involved in that scene, they didnt like it but they stood by me.
In time I met my beloved DH and had a daughter. I well and truly grew up and those days are firmly behind me.
Sometimes I think back to how I used to be and I can feel anxious about it for days.
AIBU to feel that people will just remember the drunken partygirl that I was, rather than the devoted mum I am now?