If I was Sarah No.2, I can't say for a fact, but I would guess that my husband would still tell Charlotte he loved her when they talked on the phone even if I was sat next to him, I would still be childless as he didn't want kids with me, I would still feel inadequate, I would still spend my Saturday nights at friend's houses watching my drunk husband flirt with our neighbour.
I genuinely think the world was a softer place where there was less threat of a child catching a glimpse of breaking news that would scar their growing brain cells. Of course Maggie Thatcher must have made a damning speech in parliament and the Berlin Wall came down within my news era, but I was never subjected to it with the same brutality that a child could be today.
Aging is such a scare because most people start to judge and evaluate their life as they get older. When we are younger, we rarely ever measure ourselves in terms of physical and material achievements, but as we turn thirty or forty, we put this enormous pressure on ourselves and others about how things should and shouldn't be.
'Oh god, have you been at the gym again?' I arrive to dinner with friends carrying a tell-tale sports bag, and inwardly wince at their reactions. The joking 'you're obsessed' comments, the well-meaning but misplaced concern that I'm doing too much, and even worse, the implication hanging in the air that somehow my attendance at a spinning class makes them feel bad, or a bit lazy.