I sat in a MiniMan with my parents, my husband, and MiniMan. We had decided to take a six-hour trip to visit my grandparents, my brother, and his fiance.
I didn't want to go, but my husband kept laying it on about how MiniMan deserved to meet his great grandparents (and he was right), so I decided to suck it up and smile.
The trip was fine. MiniMan did really well. I guess it was a success.
Everyone is doing so well: my grandparents (who are in their 90s and independent), my parents (who just bought a second house with four bathrooms), and my brother, who is wildly successful in his likely multimillion dollar business (he has it rough because he has to travel a lot and take red-eyes).
I probably should feel happy for them, but instead I'm just bitter.
Everything seems so bleak for us right now.