So, my 25th high school reunion is next weekend. I am going, though I was torn about it. I feel like I have no accomplished the things I really wanted to accomplish. I have three college degrees, including my Masters, and plan to start working on my PhD next year. The first in my immediate family to graduate from HIGH SCHOOL much less college and grad school.
When I was younger, I used to daydream about my perfect wedding, who would be in it, what they would wear, where we would go on our honeymoon, how many kids we’d have, what their names would be, where we’d all go on vacations, etc. NONE of that happened. I have never been married, never even been asked. A lot of my jaded, divorced friends tell me everyone else is envious of me, but the grass is always greener as the overused-saying goes. I only sort of feel like I missed out on the husband, but I REALLY did miss out on the kids. I always wanted to be a mom. And not to toot my own horn, I’d have been an awesome mom. I see all these little teenagers, skanks, and Casey Anthony having kids they don’t deserve, and it stirs a little disappointment. Yes, I know I can adopt or be a foster parent. Yes, I am close to my nieces and nephew, but it is not the same at all.
It is no one’s fault really. I spent those years you use courting and breeding to take care of my grandmother, and have no regrets about that decision at all. I would do it the same way all over again.
So, next weekend, while everyone is talking about their families, I’ll just smile and get drunk.
Incoherent Ramblings 
Are you me? ‘Cause we need a support group of two. I mean, I was married, but we never had sex and now he’s a girl. So, potato potahto.