Lindy

When I nearly banged "one of the fam."

When you start having children at the age of sixteen years old and then, a few years later, meet and marry the wrong man at twenty years old, it tends to move the timeline up a bit for having your "Oh god, what the hell am I doing with my life" flavored meltdown.

For me, this happened after a series of less-than-fun events, all of which occurred when I w…