Love isn’t something you should regret, even when it doesn’t work out the way you planned.
But I do regret introducing that man to my children. I regret letting them get attached to someone who could walk away so easily. I regret teaching them that love could be conditional, and gifts could be taken back when feelings change.
Next time, if there is a next time…
I’ll choose better. I’ll choose someone who doesn’t need therapy but isn’t too proud to get it. Someone who doesn’t think talking about feelings is weakness.
Someone who would never, ever make my children cry.
And if that someone tries to hurt us? Well, karma and I make a pretty good team.
Sometimes the universe has a wicked sense of humor.
The bad guys get exactly what they deserve, delivered by tiny creatures with six to eight legs and perfect timing!
