I often look back on my life with regret at my own mistakes and foolish pursuit of things I aspired to but never attained, often my own fault, but sometimes not. I was a clever girl and won a place at Cambridge University to read Classics. I turned it down to take the same subject at a different one solely because the guy I loved was there and I followed him. We married during that time, young obviously and against advice. Of course it failed a few years after graduation-neither of us was mature enough but he did treat me very unkindly and I ended up sad and broke as he made off with quite a lot of money, half of which was mine (we both had good jobs). I was too heartbroken to pursue it so I started again. Eventually I met my second husband, the love of my life. We were together 27 years and have three great children. He was a difficult man, never completely happy with life for various reasons and my relationship with him was difficult with many tears. But I really loved him and tried so very hard to make him happy and our life together work. It didn’t of course and he left me, again with less money than I needed as his business wasn’t doing well and debts had to be paid. So from owning my own house which we had struggled to buy, I now rent which as I get older is an unknown quantity and a worry in itself. I was really devastated for a long time but now, although I will always have feelings for him, I realise the mistakes I have made in searching too importunately for love with unsuitable partners and passing up, in more ways than I can say here, opportunities I have been offered in order to make others happy. I am 65, alone now and do not seek or expect another relationship. I have my three terrific children, four beautiful grandchildren (more to come I hope!) and I have found peace of a sort. Regrets don’t haunt me although I do have them. Those who don’t must count themselves blessed!