Why do I have to watch my daughter make the same mistakes she saw me make?

Why does my Mother’s nickname Dilemma fit so perfectly?

Why do I have to be understanding of people simply because we share a bloodline?

Why don’t I want to get into anything regarding my honey boo-boo Wife?

Why do I go through life as though it was a game of chess?

Why, after not wasting a second, did I realize I discarded decades?

Why is it when I am lied to, I have to know all the details even though it hurts more?

Why do I become upset over things I have no control over?

Why do I worry about damaging someone if they are already broken?