Deny The Goodbye.

I made the decision to live as a recluse shortly after hearing I needed to be at home for six weeks without my family.It made perfect sense to me, to lock myself away. I didn't want to talk to people about the children, and if they were missing me. I didn't want to see anyone else's children, I knew it would just remind me of what I was missing. I … [Read more...]

What if?

Within a week of meeting G, I began what has now become a fourteen year ritual of getting ready to say goodbye. Over the years the goodbyes have taken different forms. Initially, when it was just the two of us, it was simply a matter of missing him, of not wanting to be without him.In my first pregnancy I fell down the stairs in our apartment in … [Read more...]