It’s terrible for everything, the body, mind, finances, career and future. My bladder, legs, bones and teeth have never been the same. No amount of sit-ups can ever make your stomach flat again. I would have probably gotten further along and been happier in my professional life. I would have preferred to be an old maid with cats.

All the time, money and effort for what? To pass on your genes? I’m ashamed that I passed my generational trauma and my ugly rapist’s narcissism on to my rotten, ungrateful rape children. Luckily, only one reproduced but that was with another ugly narcissist so the grandkid is royally fucked.

However, my cats are just lovely and looking forward to spending more time with them in retirement. I spent several wonderful hours today with one purring on my lap. Heaven! I recommend it.