On balance I am grateful that much of my life has been good. I didn't really have a life plan, most of it just happened when I was busy making plans to quote the late John Lennon. I worked up in London for over ten years back in the 70s and 80s when jobs were plentiful and opportunities to progress within a company without a degree wasn't unusual, albeit in a sexist climate at times.
I didn't go into my first marriage with the expectation that it wouldn't last and my getting a divorce appalled my very catholic father, who I didn't really get on with anyway, less so with my mother who I did have a good relationship with and who managed to accept that, albeit with regret but moved on from it.
My first husband wasn't a bad person, we just kind of drifted apart, I was as much to blame as he was, we were very young when we married. I've been very happy in my second marriage, together for 37 years now. I'm quite glad I had my twenties to myself I feel I'd lived a little at least before having my first child at 32. Two sons and two grandchildren. My eldest has been damn hard work and has had to have a lot of financial and emotional support. He was an awful teenager who rushed into parenthood in his early 20s way too early, on the rebound from a long relationship, smitten by a very pretty girl who he should have dated for about a couple of months and moved on. Their relationship was volatile and their split inevitable. However, I'm glad to say that over the years, in spite of having a shaky start, I have managed to forge a good relationship with her and touch wood she has never denied us time with the children and actively encouraged it pre lockdown. My younger son has been a piece of cake in comparison to his brother. I am also lucky in that I have good and close relationships with my husband's family from his first marriage. Sadly one of his children died a while back. I am very close to my step daughter and she is very good to my children, her half siblings as well as to me. Wonderful step daughter in law and step grandchildren too!
I always wanted to travel, I have been lucky in that, as well as Europe we have been umpteen times to America, both east and west coasts, Mexico, Argentina, Brazil, Uruguay, Australia, Singapore, Israel. I feel blessed to have seen so many countries on my wish list.
I think I've had a much better life than my parents, who like many of their generation, their early young adulthood blighted by the war. Growing up, although my parents were able to buy our various houses we grew up in, I remember money being tight until my mother went back out to work, first part time and then I think full time when we were in primary school, we were latch key kids but that wasn't unusual, no after school clubs in those days from what I remember. I was a stay at home mum until my youngest went to school and then I went back to work for my husband part time and was able to be at home for the school holidays.
I try not to take what I have for granted, nice home, wonderful husband. As the years roll by I often ponder on the fact that he is over ten years older than me, so the inevitability of being a widow is on my mind particularly when I read the bereavement posts on here and can only imagine what the pain of losing your soulmate is like.