The memories of my former life are getting fuzzier now.
A life where 80% of my brain space was occupied with an ever-growing list of grievances against myself, my kids, my husband, my house, and the world at large (why the hell did my daughter’s fourth grade teacher assign so much homework!?) — and the other 20% was just concerned with keeping us all afloat.
I constantly wondered how much more I could take.
Was it supposed to be this hard?
As awful as that time was, I wouldn’t take it back even if I could.