I think that for me I have to say I don’t have a lot of regrets.  I think had I made different decisions in my life, things might have been easier, but then I might not be here with R and the boys.  I am who I am because of the choices I made, good or bad, right or wrong.

But I do regret, not knowing my mom better.  I had lunch with her the other day and she was funny, and she laughed.  She made me laugh, and she was smart, and caring and played with D, who was with us.  I had such a great time, that a part of me regrets passing up opportunities to spend time with her.  Now, that I know that we can spend time together and not be at each other’s throats, I want to make it a point to spend more time with her and to get to know her better.