I’m tired of feeling selfish
because I didn’t want to lead the life you did. I didn’t want to sit at home and wait for you and worry and wonder, I didn’t want to be a stay at home mom and have kids right away and possible be left to raise them all alone if and when, God forbid, you died. I didn’t want to be in love with someone who I could loose at any many moment and you knew that.
I’m not selfish. I had to in order to keep going.
