Not even a little bit.
I was nineteen. Need I say more?
Financial Times: Dysregulation
I started my family early and had my daughter at age twenty. At that point, I had started college and her father and I tried to discuss our future. Dazed and confused, we managed to avoid the marriage pitfall and decided that we would be better parents apart, rather than together.
I went to college and then University. After about seven years of majoring in this and that, I graduated with a Bachelor of Arts (in Psychology) and a monstrous $45,000 student loan. As it turns out, trying to go to school and grow a child can be expensive endeavours to undertake – especially when paired together.
I met someone in University, dated for a couple of years, and promptly married him when I graduated at the age of 27 years old. The tech boom bottomed out that same year and he lost his job which left us to float on my very insignificant salary.
Two agonizing years later, after a couple trips across the country playing “follow that job” and burying myself in more debt trying to fix and compensate for things I never could, we ended up going our separate ways. I flew back to Calgary with two suitcases, a nine year old, $500 in my pocket, and a job interview appointment.
To be continued…here.