I feel bad today,

not “I’m a bad mama” kind of bad,

neither “I don’t wear any undies” kind of bad…

just bad,

bad because I know I did wrong,

and bad coz there is nothing to do about it

I want to say I am sorry,

but will he listen,

will it even matter?

experience is a two-egged sword,

you learn that what you did was not right,

but did you learn that the other option was?

so, next time you find you self in that position,

you do it the other way around,

and then you realize it wasn’t right either.

and then of course,

I was drunk…

he had the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen…