I should have gone to university, travelled widely, settled to an exciting career, got married, had babies, gone part time or quit, gone to farms and parks and beaches.
Instead, I didn't travel. I didn't meet anyone. I eventually got scared I'd die alone, had two children, he left.
My reality now is as much as I love my children working long hours, always skint, small, shabby, dark home, and heartachingly lonely
I know my first reality is not what many will have but it's what do many of my friends have.
Just a moan.