I do not like to admit that sometimes I have doubts about the choices that I have made in my life. However in the small hours of the night when I cannot sleep, I wonder if I could have made a better decision. Would I be a happier person? I do not suppose I will ever know. I have not allowed my mind to travel to an alternative reality.
I suppose I am in no doubt that I am very in love with my husband. I love the bones of him. I am certain that there is nobody else that I want to be with.
Does that make me a fool?