Completely misplaced envy.

Felt that

I use to have a conversation about this in a way with my oldest. Her “upper crust” friends, their cars, their homes. And then her. Her disabled mother. A townhouse. A life that didn’t include the latest tech. How not to envy what’s behind those closed doors.

Rich

Poor

Loved

Neglected

There is no label or measurement of “not so bad.” Its relative. And it’s why I don’t compare my war wounds only to say…” look at me! Me! Me! My scar is bigger and uglier than yours. You should be happy.”