Dear Me

There is actually very little I want you to change. Even the bits when you completely fucked up were sorted in the end. The logical part of me would suggest you spent a little less of your 6th form humping, and a little more of your 6th form studying. But had I done that, I would not have met our husband and we would not be now living in New York with him and our fantastic 4 children.

Yes, that's right. I know you hate children, but you have 4. And the first one is only 8 years away. On the upside, if you follow your instinct (as we do!) you will have packed so much into the next 8 years, you're ready for the little darlings.

So all in all, I just want you to know you are going to be absolutely fine. My only advice to you would be that you will only ever be dumped once, but for goodness sake, handle it with a bit more dignity than I/we did/do.

Regards, Me