… my life would have been so fucking different. I cringe at how much time/money/effort I spent throughout my twenties trying to conform to the “perfect woman” standards set out by society & men, and searching for “The One”.

It set me back AGES. I could have bought my own house by now. Could’ve finished my degree. Could’ve gotten a better job.

But here we are.

Still Happy and grateful that FDS finally came into my life, but damn!

Anyone else feel post-pickme regret?