So I’ve been thinking about this a bit.
Basically my thought is that raising kids blows. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids and my wife (I suppose), but in many ways, it fucking sucks and I wish I had a time machine so I could go back and chop off my own dick.
Covid has created an interesting A:B test in our lives. Being of advanced income, we purchased a “summer house” near my wife’s family in the country. Whether the “summer house” or our “city apartment” is the primary residence vs a “vacation home” or “pied-à-terre” is a separate debate.
The point being, every so often, I find cause to stay at our city residence while the family is out in the country. And truth be told, I like it better. I do what I want. I watch what I want on TV. I go out to eat where and when I want. I do my work without interruption until it’s time to stop. Like, it’s really nice and stress free.
Throw my wife in the picture, and she get super obsessive compulsive about everything. And then her stupid mom comes around and gets super obsessive compulsive and the two get into a passive aggressive power struggle. And my wife gets all stressed out because the kids don’t listen and act all rambunctious and her analyst at worked fucked up some shit and yadayadaya…maybe I’ll just say “fuck it” and stay here.
The point being this. Objectively speaking, if you give a 40 year old the choice of say…dealing with a couple of bratty teenagers and their teenager bullshit or go clubbing around Belmar, NJ as a “hot MILF” hooking up with random dudes…forgetting what you are “supposed to” do? I don’t know.