I think I understand. This might be me.
I married exceptionally young, 17. So have been married 25 years this year.
I was a solicitor, DH is a tennant farmer. We worked and worked and worked, and I lost baby after baby. (10). So we adopted twins. Then I was pregnant, and had two in 18 months. So I resigned. After twins actually, I could not for a second leave them.
I used all my partnership money and bought a tiny cottage and renovated it myself. It’s now a holiday let.
we are poor. Very poor. We have chickens, feral ponies, we get meat from the farm sometimes. I grow veg, fruit, I swop as much as I can with other parents. I work in the school three mornings for a basic minimum wage and a regular income.
other than that we wing it. We don’t have mod cons. We have a clean and basic rented home. We have a great deal of fun, and a lot of challenges.
Would I go back to career? Not a chance. I mean don’t get me wrong, this is hard, but it is wholesome if that makes sense. My brain power is used but more in different ways. I’m here, whenever I’m needed, we are fed, even if it’s omelette. We have milk, we have the basics.
So now when people say, are you going back to work? Not a chance. I’m focused on building my home, my little cottage, a very simple life.