You have a good life.
You have three amazing children and a support network and a handsome guy who pays you compliments. You have a job you occasionally enjoy and a roof over your head and a full tummy on most days. You have absolutely nothing to complain about. There is no tsunami in Indiana. There is no fear of guerrila attacks or threats of nuclear meltdowns. And, even on your worst day, your life was nothing like the second half of this: Dear Sugar Column. Even if once, for a time, it resembled a softened-around-the-edges, blurry version of the first half.
Appreciate what you have.