I’m a mid thirties female, born and grew up in England and just under 3 years ago moved to Australia. My incredible and beautiful parents just celebrated their 36th wedding anniversary and my younger brother very much in love with his girlfriend.
I met my partner not too long after moving to Australia, we met online eHarmony and fell deeply in love. He’s a good egg.
I cant have kids as I had a pesky tumor (“It’s not a Tumor” obviously said in the voice of Arnold Schwarznegger) and the delight’s of severe endometriosis meant that I had a total hysterectomy around 4 years ago. All fully recovered now I have the blessing of stepchildren, a supportive and caring partner and a life I couldn’t be happier with.
I remember thinking about my future when I was around 14 years of age. I’d have a house, a Mercedes benz , be a vet, have children, go travelling, and I’d have pets. Not realising that you don’t have a great deal of control. We like to think we have but decision’s lead to another choice, a journey leads somewhere else, not being intelligent enough to be a vet, have boyfriends that end up getting ill and dying and boyfriends that prefer to go drinking every day and some that are just twats.
But now. 20 years later, I’m not a vet – instead I work for a charity which I love and a coffee house that I swear if I owned one – it would be this one. A partner that I feel I’ve known all my life, we treat each other with respect and value and appreciate one another every day. We rent in a town we love and house that means each morning we wake and hear the birds and see kangaroos on our front lawn, I have children but just in a way that’s unique to me and us, we travel and will travel some more. I also have around 50 pets that visit each day to get fed.
So actually, I’ve done things just right. It’s not luck as Dusty would say, it is our decisions that have put us here and it’s our decisions that will move us forward.
I reckon that’s pretty bloody good.
dusty summers 