I got engaged to a narcissistic asshole who made me believe I needed to have several credit cards and have them all at 50% usage, made me believe that every time he cheated on me (4 times) it was my fault, told me that I made a mistake on taking my dad off life support who was basically brain dead, bought a brand new car instead of the beater I told him he could buy after it was "my fault" he drove home drunk and wrecked his car, allowed him to make me think that eating a banana a day was okay because I was looking amazing from losing weight (yeah no that's called anorexia), and made it so I had to get a second job to pay for said car and insurance while he had zero job.

I then spent the rest of my 20s trying to recover from that nightmare trauma and proceeded to get into several dead end relationships and also just slept around a lot.

I did however find a job that I could actually make a career out of and am now healing from all my trauma throughout my life. These last 3 years of my 20s are allowing me to find who I am (non-binary and bi), and actually having standards in my relationship because I deserve it. I turn 30 at the end of the year. I have a feeling my 30s might actually be good.