I guess I thought once I got to thirty i’ld have my life figured out.
I guess I thought I would be married with a few kids and be too busy to have a full time job. I thought i’ld have a mortgage for my own home and a family ute or suv.
but i guess its safe to say that the last five years hasn’t been a fairy tale or met any of the expectations of the life we are brought up to believe.
I hit thirty living in a rented house, my only main possession is my suv, separated from my husband, single mother to a 2.5 year old son.
I’m not sitting here saying that my life is bad. i’m saying that with everything i predicted, my life is not it.
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