Window A

I know (think) it's not my fault that things turned out the way they did, but I feel a measure (a large portion) of it is my fault for not knowing how to be content with a good thing, for not dealing with things properly, for shutting down without sufficient explanation and in general just not having been adult enough about this. It was dysfunctional almost from the outset and I just kept hoping that somehow things would work themselves out. All things are for the best, I told myself, and well, they really weren't, and now it dogs my every step.