There was a time that I was just mad at my parents. They were to blame for all that went wrong. Right? I could share stories of how they were just the worst parents growing up. This to me made since because I could not be accountable for my own choices. Last I checked, we weren't born with a owners manual from the womb.
I wish my parents would have met my husand or my son. Its sometimes hard to grasp but again no manual.
We had an appointment for a feeding clinic and frankly I am mad. Why, well since Carter was born and even prior (Andy and I had previous losses) were told EVERYTHING negative. Find an acronym and well well lived it. Carter is the hero hear.
I AM EXHAUSTED IN NEGATIVITY. You don't know the PEMBERTON/LINZ gene. Get it....we are not a statistic.
Throw in some day to day and lately I just feel like gumbo. I have lost a lot of faith yet we get stronger each day. May sound weird but as a very wise man said once...you don't know my life.
As pageantry as that may sound...you don't know my life. Love it, live it, own it...I do.
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