As a teen, and for a few years my twenties, I lived in my parents’ large house. Here, my intrinsic guilt was profound. It was in a beautiful neighborhood, and I felt guilty because we had so much. I was aware of the incredible poverty that existed just a few miles from our house. This extreme wealth so close to extreme poverty seemed to go against the morals I had been raised with.
If I ever need to work again, I would find something in retail. Otherwise, my plan is to live with my partner, who makes 6 figures, until I die. The intrinsic guilt I felt living with my parents in a big house is reduced. This reduction is due to living with my partner in a smaller house.
Have you ever felt guilty about something you could not change? What was it? What was or is your solution?
Things We Forget 
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