I gave up my career for a marriage that failed me.
I gave it all up for a dream with a boy who lied and let me down instead of loving me.
I tell myself, and others, have no regrets.
As I look at the finances, the cost of living, and my newly single mom income, I can’t help but wish for a time machine.
Either that, or a miracle.
Feeling scared, lost, and alone isn’t how I enjoy spending my time.
I need a good night’s rest, a hot bath, maybe a massage, and definitely a glass of wine.
Or a miracle. I’d still take the miracle.
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