It's my 4th wedding anniversary tomorrow so was going through my wedding photos with the children. Had a lovely time explaining it all to the children (and letting them try on my wedding dress
) but can't help feeling so sad that I didn't get to be the beautiful bride I felt in my head. It's almost a shock to look back and see this fugly goon wearing my dress and grinning at the camera in my place and I'm reminded why I never look back at them. Same thing with our Christmas photos, holiday photos, photos of me with the children as babies and so on.
Of course IABU and self centred and narcistic and I'm actually more than a little pissed off with myself about it. I am in good health, 1 happy healthy stepchild who adores me and 2 happy healthy children of my own (who also adore me I should add!) married to the man of my dreams and living a safe and well nourished existence in a democratic land of freedom and opportunity.
What the fuck right do I have to feel sorry for myself?
Someone please tell me to grow up and get a grip!