Hey everybody!
I sort of got punched in the gut a couple days ago. No one in any way did it deliberately. Something just popped up that I didn't see coming:
I got a Christmas card from my cousin who adopted the two babies (a boy and a girl). It turns out that the picture was taken at the courthouse the day the babies were adopted.
My heart twisted in my chest seeing that courthouse backdrop. You know lately, this adoption stuff hurts me physically. I have to say I don't particularly care for that. Back in my basement days, it hurt but more like pain feels when you're on a morphine drip, ya know? It hurts in a far off, foggy place that you can ignore.
(Dear God: Thank you for opening my eyes but I could really do without the literal stabbing pain to my aorta that I get when stuff like this happens. Please do something about this immediately. Thanks - Your friend/daughter/disappointment on many levels, Janey.)
Anyhoo...stupidly (there's no other word for it)
I reached out to hubby. Hubby looks at me with that blank and terrified
"Oh my God, is this going to turn into one of those crying fits of hers?" looks and he says, "So baby? Where is a person 'spose to sign legal papers? At the drugstore?"
(What I wanted to do to hubby at that moment).
However, I used the best ammo possible. I stopped speaking to him, which is an odd sort of power. I mean men want us to shut up right? But then when we do they start panicking. LOL! I mean, honestly ladies, what are we supposed to do with them? Good grief!!
Anyhoo....ripping pain in heart continues followed with low-grade sorrow.
Sigh.........