Daily reminder, daily reminder. This is so true, even though my meddling mind will try to tell me otherwise or say “you’re just saying that to feel better about yourself” And? I suppose we can just strive to make sure that we have as few regrets as possible, and learn to appreciate how far we’ve come.
You don’t have to tell me; I know my parents do not have their shit together. They never had, but my mother chose to hide it from me and my siblings because well, that’s what you do with kids, don’t burst the bubble. Now that the wallpaper’s gone and the draughty, rotting wall cavity is exposed, it’s hard to bear but that’s reality. I commend her for her magic-making — coming home with groceries when I was sure that we’ve really hit the bottom this time, somehow still finding the will to laugh when everything seems bleak in the wake of the divorce. That shit is not easy.
