You know, my life hasn’t really gone the way I thought it would.
I didn’t expect to get pregnant so quickly when I first started trying.
I didn’t expect to have a miscarriage.
I didn’t expect to have a reflux baby from hell.
I didn’t expect to get separated when my kids were only 1 and 3.
I didn’t expect to fall in love again. Or so quickly.
I didn’t expect to lose friends, over being in love again.
I didn’t expect to question my faith, after being told how to live my life, and that I was doing it all wrong.
I didn’t expect to love, and hate, being a step-mum.
So yeah, I didn’t expect anything in life, and sometimes that’s a good thing.
