I want normal things, damn it.
I want to dance at my wedding with a ridiculously enormous dress on, and I want many people to be there. And they will also dance until I tell them not to anymore.
I want to go to the beach with my kids. I want their father to put them up on his shoulders. I want their father to have wanted kids as much as I did. I want their father to care about himself as much as he cares about me.
I want to tell stories of how I met my husband. We'd have it as practically a two-person show, with well-timed interjections from the other person of humorous details to the story, and of course a sentence that we'll both say at the same time for emphasis while sharing a knowing look. We'll ignore our friends as they roll their eyes.
I want a next-of-kin that isn't a parent (sorry guys). I want to be more than just an emergency contact. I want to be legally bound to someone who wants to be legally bound to me. No more joint tenancy with rights of survivorship.
I don't think I'll ever get these things. It sucks.