I think that I have come to that place, that place of reality and acceptance.
Recently I told my husband that the world is full of unhappy, broken people. How they became that way I do not know. There's a good chance that they were born into poverty, to broken parents, who were also raised by broken people. The cycle continues. I feel as if the cycle could be broken if people stopped...stopped having children that they could ill afford to care for. I'm talking specifically emotionally and mentally, rather than financially. These broken children becomes broken adults, who frequent my place of work, who can't ever seem to catch up to that place where their lives are not cycling.
But I wax and wane. Be a parent; not. Find a different purpose, stop judging myself as somehow inadequate for not having kids. Be happy with what I have. Stop my own cycle.
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