Tethered
What do you do with enduring sadness over something that you can't change? You know, that one nagging thing that would improve dramatically if only he/she/they would do it my way.
I've crashed through anger and resentment, out-lived hurt feelings, and stopped worrying that if I had just done something differently all those years ago, maybe that thing would have veered down path 2A instead of path 2B and... Didn't happen that way. And here I'm tethered by perfect sadness--quiet and almost comforting. It won't kill me, but it won't let go either.
Writing this loosened its grip a bit.
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