The Curse Of “Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda…”
Or, how regret and wondering what could have happened will eat you alive.
Or, how regret and wondering what could have happened will eat you alive.
Two years ago, I helped Jennifer* as she packed her bags and hauled them into the car. Her mascara had been running as she cried. As you can imagine, her now-ex Alex* had said something far too fucked up for her to continue the relationship.
In…