I smoke like a train, drink like a fish, swear like a trooper.
I had a great career and earned shed loads.
Since the age of 6 all I ever wanted was a child.
It was a deep-seated longing.
After kissing a lot of frogs I met a man.
We married when I was 39.
At the grand old age of 43 I conceived.
I can't begin to explain how overjoyed I was.
According to the doctor I was officially a 'geriatric mother'
When my son was 6 months old his father fucked off. Leaving me penniless.
I have no family but I do have wonderful friends who rallied.
My baby son was a total JOY.
I survived the trauma of his father's disappearance.
I also got him, single-handedly, through four years of a serious illness (thankyou lovely NHS )
This is because I was OLD and experienced enough to know how to deal with the financial shit-storm, intelligent and worldly-wise enough to know how to keep the house, pay off the debts I was left with, down-size massively and in accordance with my appalling situation.
My son is 14 now. We laugh like drains together, we argue like cats, I tell him every.single.day. what a wonderful gift he is.
He in turn knows he has a VERY bad example for a mother. Hahahaha.
IMO, my awful ex-husband stole from me the chance of having a sibling for my wonderful boy. But my boy isn't bothered. We are a family. Just us. And he is loved beyond belief.
Apart from when he doesn't pick his fuggin pants up off the floor and eats all the weetos.