Nothing happens as planned.

Since I was a child of 12 I thought I would die by the time I was 20.  I was a depressed kid.

I also dreamed I would have a big house and two kids.  I never dreamed of a husband because I thought no one would love me. 

Well something went horribly wrong.

I am still alive at the age of 37.  I have three kids instead of two.  (It would have been four but I had that abortion.)

I do not have a big house.  I have a house that is the right size for me.

I am married to a great man who loves me. 

I did not die at the age of 20. 

Well what went wrong.  I guess I am not done yet.