Sundry asks us if we miss our teens and 20's at all. I'm in the HELL NO camp. Right up until I met my husband at 23, I was miserable all the time. I was taking antidepressants and still crying myself to sleep at night. I was thinner, but it was because I'd come home from work and go to sleep until morning. Every day.
I couldn't get a date if I stood naked on the roof of Barry T's. My friends were assholes. My mother was going through menopause and was a pain in my ass. My dad was still an alcoholic and verbally abusive.
Even after I met and fell in love with my husband, which improved my life in every way, we were dirt poor. I don't know how we managed. I failed in two careers after truding my way through school twice. I was living on EI for a year, which ain't no happy welfare state, FYI.
The only thing I miss, which I believe is what most people are longing for, is my perfectly functioning, beautiful body. I should have been a lot more respectful of it.