Ok, I am sure that a lot of you getting ready to read this post will think “WTH, what is she complaining about?” But it is on my mind so I am writing it!
In 11 days I will be 27! It is scaring the crap out of me! Yes, I know 27, oh no poor baby! LOL!
When I turned 25 I laid in bed half the day crying. It was horrible.
When I turned 26 I was in county jail so that birthday was a bust, BUT county jail probably saved my life, thinking back to what we had planned for my birthday probably would have ended in death, I am not kidding either. Sad but true.
Now it’s 27, 3 years until I am 30. I have a year of sobriety under my belt, and although I am doing well I have accomplished nothing I thought I would have when I was little.
By now I really thought that I would have the “American dream”, 2.5 kids, house, white picket fence, a marriage that will last forever, and all the comes with it.
Instead I am a single mom to 1 kid, renting a house with no fence, struggling with sobriety.
I shouldn’t complain! The one kid I have is the most amazing, smart, and beautiful that anyone could ever have (even if does seem like I am living with dr.jekly and Mr. Hyde some days J )
I am living on my own in a house that I pay the rent on!
I have my own car and am paying my own bills.
I am dating an amazing man!
I have a year of sobriety and I am not letting that go at all.
So in everything I have been though I am doing better then I have ever done.
Yet I can’t help but think where would I be if I choose a different path?
Does anyone else ever think like this, or is it just me?