It makes no sense to mourn what you never had.
That whole "inner child" thing? Sometimes your conscious mind just needs to grab that kid by the shoulders and giver her a shake.
Expending the energy on wishing that things had happened differently gets you nowhere.
See? I know these things.
I can spout them off and tell you that yes, I realize these things are true.
But it's two in the morning, and I'm wide awake.
I feel so horribly alone.
I listen to my kids sleeping in the rooms across the hall and my heart breaks with how much I love them, how much our lives have been torn apart, and how much pain one person can bring to a family.
The cats and dogs snuggle closer to me. They don't understand the words. They don't understand the tears. They just know that something is wrong.
Wishing for a better past is useless, I explain to the dogs. They should really stop doing it. Look forward to a better future full of love and positive doggie things.
And bring me along for the ride while you're at it. When it's two in the morning, I need a friend.