Back at Square One

At this moment, I feel the exact same way I did ten years ago; the only difference is that I must move forward for my child. I feel just as lonely, as hurt, as sad, as angry. The dream does not exist. There is no dream. There is no happily ever after. There’s no understanding me. There’s no walking in my shoe. Romance is different from having a family. Very few lucky ones can have both, or does anyone have both? I don’t know anyone who does. I just want to be alone, crawled up and crying nonstop. And yet this is still a luxury because I can’t let my child see my tremendous pain.