Ah, I get it now. The moral of the story?? Things could always be worse. Be thankful for what you have at hand. I have a roof over my head, food in my stomach, and my children are content to have settled down.
I am a walking contradiction. I'm honest to a fault, but have learned to filter my thoughts to sting a little less. I'm growing at a glacial pace, and am inviting you to watch. It's about as much fun as watching paint dry, but at least you've got an invitation!