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Originally Posted by JonInMiddleGA
And, though I didn't get into this on FB for whatever reason ... something unique to my experience so far: I felt cheated. God as my witness, I'm thrilled for the young lady and her family, I truly am. I wasn't "jealous" but I felt cheated. And for the first time I thought/said "why not us?"
Not like jealously "instead of" that kid but more like "us too?"
I wasn't angry, I didn't feel the need to shake my fist at the heavens ... I was hurt, and felt like we got cheated somehow.
Yeah, I can know that ain't how it works ... but knowing don't always change feeling.
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This bit right here is such a horrible mindfuck. The inability to just be thrilled without that cheated feeling popping up simultaneously...ugh.
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