I am still smarting.
She was drunk and ranting; she hardly knows me and no doubt it is all about her own issues; but I'm still smarting hard.
I am a lecturer, travel to work. Also had severe PND; there's a lot of issues. She knows about few of them.
It started with 'why are you seeking status' (erm as a lecturer not likely to get much of that).
'you have had two beautiful children, that is the greatest achievement you will ever have, and you are not there' strange that cos I seem to see an awful lot of my children really including at 4 am every morning this week and then 6 am and then from 5 every night while dh is still at work. But clearly, I am not there.
Then 'it's only five years, that wouldn't affect your career that much would it'
I then told her that I had been suicidal after ds1 was born and that work had helped to save me from that and that perhaps some women need to work? She just looked at me with that 'oh you're insane' look people do when you talk about depression.
I started to feel either like crying or slapping her and had to walk out of the bar in front of my other friends who probably now think I'm an overemotional nutter.
Oh, the 'debate' is definitely alive and well...