Dear Woman with pain and regret, I see you. And I know you. I watch you walk in, and smear a smile on your face, convincing your troubled heart everything’s fine for now. How you’ve put on just the right outfit, wrapped that trendy scarf around your neck, and sauntered in, praying no one will detect what’s happening way inside. You bury your hurt deep, and have gripped your pain tight, and often believe you don’t deserve to let it go. You believe it’s your burden now, after all you’ve been through. I watch you chit-chat with the women, while you let comparisons begin to fly in your mind. They seem fitter, and cuter, and certain to be living a life far happier than yours.