It's really hard not to feel either resentful or second best sometimes. I mean, when you put the ball in someone else's court, and they drop it, how are you supposed to feel? It's not even for me, but for my son.
And, y'know, it's probably in my own head, but still. I'm doing all I can to offer opportunities. Not my fault.
Just don't break his heart. There will be hell to pay for that.
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