What a base and unflattering emotion. I still struggle with it in regards to my brother and sister. They seem to have such happy lives filled with fulfilling vocations, children of their own, nice new cars, and friends. I try to tell myself that their lives aren't all roses. Being a doctor is tough and stressful and comes with little time off.
My father brought by my sister-in-law and my two nieces today. I found myself jealous of these beautiful and happy children. I wanted children of my own some day, but I am getting long in the tooth. I will be 40 before you know it. I also realized I couldn't handle the responsibility of a child. Too many children are born to deadbeat dads with addictions and mental illnesses. I don't want to be another statistic.
My father watched guardingly after I got Maggie. He wanted to see if I could take on the responsibility of another sentient being under my care. I have proved a hundred fold that Maggie is well taken care of. She has to be one of the most low maintenance dogs I have ever met. At least, I am doing something right. My little furry "daughter" is happy and content. I guess I should just be content with that.