I don’t know how to stop thinking “what if.”
What if we’d caught it sooner.
What if I hadn’t gone to the dog house.
What if I’d gone to the Urgent Care with him.
What if I hadn’t been so busy, so distracted.
And now I am caught in this maelstrom of regret and wishes-in-hindsight and “what-ifs”, when I am supposed to be in the NOW.
Accepting that this is what is.
This is our life now.
But I just don’t know how to do that.