But the thing none of those romantics got was that you didn’t get to grow old and wistful if you didn’t have money, that spending time with your loved ones was expensive, that if you blithely switched off your notifications and let the cogs in the wheel turn, you would be replaced. Especially if you were a mother. You would be replaced by something younger, faster, and cheaper. A shinier, newer cog. Probably made of flimsier stuff than you, but replaced nevertheless.
