...why I bother continuing.
30 < overweight, no children, barely any sex unless I beg for it, no career I want any part of, no real honest-to-god friends to talk to daily and an unemployed husband.
I swear to god, the worst part is no baby at 30. I always wanted 7 kids and to not be able to get pregnant at 30 is like "Kill yourself, you're a biological failure."
The one good thing I ever did since I was in my 20s was to get away from that no-good, scumbag of an ex of mine. Jesus I would have already committed suicide if I had to be with that loser/liar/cheater/asshole/fuck/cumbag for the rest of my life.