understood his question and the guilt behind it, but I reassured him immediately that I didn’t. Have never. I can’t live like that. Life is indiscriminately seasoned, usually not sweet without some bitter. Usually not sun without some rain. I’m in a support group, and one lady’s lupus was triggered while she carried her first child. Does she regret her baby, a miracle who brings her joy because her body paid the toll? She says unequivocally no. And I can’t resent the movie that gave me Canon, the love of my life.
