Pent up frustrations

I am a 44 year old woman who has learned to deal with inequity & the general knowledge that life is not fair or kind. I've learned that lesson through living a life where I've been mightily disappointed and harmfully hurt and I'm ok with it. But seeing my baby run through this rough spot & knowing that he's truly not worth all the heartache she's feeling breaks my heart a hundred times a day. I know she needs this lesson building moment to become the adult she is bound to become, bu if there could be a tiny fast-forward just beyond this pointedly sad time to that morning or afternoon that she looks around and realizes she's got a pretty great life I would be so relieved. I just never realized how life buffets a person--seeing it from the mom's perspective is horrible. Give me a crappy life and a load of sh*t to deal with any day--but try to go a little easier on my babies, if it's possible, please?

Feelings of Regret

In recent months I have found myself mourning the passing of very strange events. Sad when J up & decided EJM wasn't his cup of tea. Sad when W was disinvited to EAM's heart. And today I'm sad that the darling 1886 era home in Buffalo isn't ours. I just really saw us there & am regretting that we didn't have the magic offer to make it ours. I keep telling myself to not get hung up on one or another house as we leave here, but for now, that little house is making me quite remorseful.