It’s apparent I missed something.

Was it when I had it all and traded up for what I thought would make it better?

I wish I’d never moved here. Or taken the last two jobs.

I’m deeply unhappy with everything.

When I talk to H, she hears anger.

When she responds, all I hear is judgement.

She says she’s happy, but I don’t hear it.

All I hear is how much she feels it’s all on her.

It’s like she never really considers what I’m going through.

What I do.

I’m supposed to suck it up.

Just keep doing it.

My kids will end up in debt.

We’ll end up broke.

I really don’t see the point this morning.

I hate this life. I’m not sure it’s worth pushing much farther.

When and how did I miss the fork in the road?