Wed 11 Jun 2008
pondering how to actually deal with things going right got me thinking about a random encounter i had in the grocery store a couple of months ago, back when i, um, used to go out.
i got told i hadn’t changed a bit, with a big ol’ perky smile thrown on the end of those words for good measure. and i hated it. because i don’t want what’s gone wrong in my life – and specifically, or for me, most significantly, the loss(es) we’ve endured in our road to parenthood – negated. i don’t want that journey of coping and healing dismissed, written out of my history, my identity. and yet neither do i want the role of garment render and teeth gnasher to become a crutch, an excuse for fearfulness, a cloak worn past its expiry date.