Wife of a rich man??? Is that what I really desire?

It's been a long time since I have been here, for more than half-a-decade for sure.  As I walk through these streets, the very same streets,  I recollect all that I have been through to be in the state and position that I am today.  But is this what I exactly wanted back then? Have I made the right decision back then? Did it really impact me to be here today? Now, I don't seem to recognise the ME back then. And why is that? Is it not the same person? Have the reality struck me so hard or is it me that really needed the change? Or was I really desiring to escape the world that everyone called the reality? Was I really willing? Thinking all these I have finally come to the end of the street, end of my past which I'm still not able to describe what I feel. Frustrated? Angry? Sad? Contempt? Happy?  It would really be downgrading myself if I can describe it in any of these simple words. But if given a chance would I really choose to do the same thing again? Or choose another more equally detested path? Or is it really detested? I wonder what.