Thursday, May 2, 2013

Happiness At What Cost?


Why do my children not understand me? Why do they not see just how unhappy I was? Why don’t they “get” that I stayed as long as I did for them? If I had predicted that they’d turn against me, I’d have left the lot of them a long time ago. OK. I guess I wouldn’t have left my children.  I would have taken them with me. Life would have been a struggle and I would have felt guilty about that, too. But by now, they’d no longer hate me. Or maybe they still would. No matter what we do, our children will never love us the way we love them.