Why can’t anything good come without strings? For once, I’d just like something to be stress free. Is that possible anymore?

Between my husband giving me grief and others holding those strings, I don’t know how to enjoy anything. If I sound just a bit depressed, so be it. I’ve done my work, put in my time. Why is it never enough?

Am I really supposed to feel guilty for everything I do in my life when it doesn’t meet with everyone’s approval?

Changing the subject, my Mom’s squamous cell cancer has come back. They had to go in deep, cutting twice this time to clear the margins between her nose and eye. They don’t think it has spread, but if she had waited any longer…. I still fear what they DON’T know.