I found my ex-boyfriend on MySpace last night. We knew each other for a year and a half and were together for a year, until I broke up with him in the summer of 2000. My reasons for breaking up with him were valid, or at least I think so. I was fifteen, he was twenty. I was working and going to school while he was playing computer games in his Mom’s house. I felt that we didn’t have the same goals, the same motivations.
Nearly seven years later I’m happily married and I am a mother of two. I love my husband. I love our children. I love our life together, I love the things we’ve accomplished, the things we’re working on accomplishing, and the things we will accomplish. Yet I can’t help but wonder, what if…?
From reading the True Mom Confessions board, I am obviously not the only one who gets these kinds of feelings, no matter how much we love our families.
Any input?
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