I sometimes regret having married a man with a son. There I said it. I feel guilty thinking it, writing it, feeling it, but it’s true. I love the man I married and I love our BDs more than the world itself, but I can’t help but feel that my life would be happier without the SS16 in it. I hate that I can’t accept him for who he is as much as I preach that at work. I hate that I have so much misplaced anger towards him, but he’s there and so it gets dumped on him.