What does one do when she realizes she is almost completely alone? When the person who is supposed to be in this with her, feels so differently as to not understand her at all, as to not validate her pain or her grief? What happens when she realizes that her life would be a thousand times easier if she could just let go of her dream, let the portrait of the family of four that hoovers desperately in her mind’s eye just wither and die? What happens if she sees that all the pain and suffering that she–and everyone she loves–is experiencing, is because she wants something that never was, and probably never will be?
How does that person move forward? How does she lay that dream to rest? How does she not harbor resentment toward those who love her, but not her dream? How does she find peace with fact that she may not be able to pursue that which others come by so easily? How does she find peace in this new life, that she doesn’t recognize or want?