Forget my pity party on the couch in snood and slinky skirt, I have a reunion to attend
An unproductive morning at work.
A phone call from my grandmother saying she’s disappointed I haven’t visited since last Thursday.
A routine obstetrical ultrasound shattered by the dreaded words “there’s no heartbeat.”
And then my inevitable snapping at the kids all afternoon, making me feel like a horrible mother.
Yes, these things aren’t listed in order of importance, but in my drained emotional state, all my numb mind can process is the bitter taste of failure on my tongue. Work-related problems, a lost pregnancy, and less-than-stellar parenting mix, and my brain can’t think, my heart can’t feel.
Create a free account to keep reading.
