Popping in to say hello and tell you about our house guest - my hubby's friend Brian - who is visiting with us for a few days. He lives about 1,000 miles away, so it's only once every 3 or 4 years that we have the pleasure of seeing him.
Brian is married with 3 kids, age 16, 5 and 7. He left the wife and kids at home and is enjoying some guy time with my hubby.
He wasn't here 5 minutes before he made this comment: "When I was young, I was unhappy because I wasn't married and didn't have kids. I had lots of money in the bank but felt my life was so empty and miserable. Man....I didn't know what misery is."
Later, he made other comments referring to his "miserable existence".
On Saturday, I left hubby and Brian to do their thing and gave hubby a briefing on what I'd be doing - that I was heading out for a day trip with my girlfriend Sara for the day. Brian commented on how cool it is that we still get to do whatever we feel like doing every weekend, and how he can't remember what that is like. He said all he does on weekends is cater to the kids and their activities and watch his money disappear.
The thing about Brian is - he's brutally honest. He's a funny guy and laughs and tries to make light of this stuff, but it's obvious that although he loves his children, if he could go back and do it again, he would have chosen our life instead of the one he chose.