Abbey sat in her bathroom, wrapped in thick terry robe and cried. She cried for all the mistakes she had made in life which left her totally alone.
So many things she would do differently if she could only go back. Go back to when she was thirty. That was her last year of ‘life’.
She should have…
There were so many ‘ should haves’ that to list them would take thirty years. But she knew one thing; there is a difference between an ‘obligation’ and a ‘guilt trip’, the difference between ‘helping’ people when it destroyed you.
A difference between doing what you think is right and flushing yourself down the toilet.