You know what sucks?
Having a strong opinion that cannot be expressed.
I'm a mother and there comes the time when children are no longer children, and they are facing big decisions.
I still my tongue, and my opinions stay right where they need to be...shrieking in my own head. I listen. I say, "You must be the one to decide. You have the power. You are only a victim if you choose to be."
The child wavers between the two choices, waiting to be pushed one way or the other.
I repeat, "The choice is yours. You must make it. You have the support of your family, no matter what, but you must make the choice."
It makes me feel sickish inside, but the days when 'mommy made it all better' are long gone. I know that I behaved wisely.
I also think that being wise sucks.