I’m 53: probably menopausal, take HRT and anti-depressants. I’m a teacher. I was performance managed out of a role earlier this year. My performance did decline, but I was working in difficult conditions. I’m a single parent. I function but I’m never happy. I may inherit money in the future from my Dad, but he’s in better shape than I am. Currently working casually as a supply teacher. The AIBU is this: is it unreasonable to feel bitter and sad because non of my dreams came true? I can vaguely remember a time when I had goals for myself, but 16 years of just hanging on and not slipping off the edge has taken its toll.