I love my husband. I do. But we are struggling. Real bad. When I get frustrated and overwhelmed, I always just wish for a better life, with someone else. I think about the now data scientist that I dated in college and how my financial situation would be so much different if I hadn’t married my husband. It’s so wrong of me, and I feel guilty. I always tell myself that the grass is not greener on the other side. But damn when you’re watering dead roots, it feels nice to wishfully think about the what could have been.