A regret of epic proportion

How could I have let this happen? I should have known better. I am not a stupid woman. I am 33 years old. I have four children! What was I thinking? If only I had reached out to someone. If only I had told someone what I was about to do, what I was planning. I know someone, somewhere would have warned me. Would have taken measures to protect me from myself. Would have intervened before it was too late. I'm not even sure how it happened. Clearly, I wasn't myself. I was obviously suffering from some unseasonably-warm-weather-induced delirium. Or caught up in some uncharacteristic optimism brought about by vacation planning. I didn't consider the significance of my actions. I couldn't have imagined the magnitude of my mistake. I wasn't prepared for the far-reaching effects of my impulsiveness. I tried on my swimsuits     Rachel A Reservation For Six