That's how life goes on - protected by the silence that anesthetizes shame.
You donโt think ahead in years or months: you think about this hour, and maybe the next. Anything else is speculation.
You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.
Nature allowed only the fit and the lucky to share this paradise-in-the-making.
Such a mysterious business, motherhood. How brave a woman must be to embark on it.
Right and wrong can be like bloody snakes: so tangled up that you can't tell which is which until you've shot 'em both, and then it's too late.