I am having trouble stopping my thoughts about that day, every choice I made would have gone outside instead of my husband, my daughter wouldn't have gotten hurt. It's like there is a pit in my stomach every morning knowing this is reality. I just want to go back in time and make another decision. Maybe we could have stayed home that day. I just wake up and keep thinking about those moments and getting so angry at myself, and then it adds to the resentment I have with my husband. When does that go away? When do I make peace with things happened the way they did to "teach" me something or some bs like that?