Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
Wednesday, May. 17, 2006 - 11:28 p.m.
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ByeBye Baby
Sometimes when I see people strolling through the park with newborns they never thought to conceive a year ago...
and sometimes when I see photos of people's kids on blogs, and the kids look so much like them...
and sometimes when I see artsyguy and his kid, who is taking his dad's electric guitar to school and showing what he learned to play and artsyguy is goofing with the kid all proud and I look from face to face for the resemblances...
and sometimes when I read about the longing for a blood connection to their mother than adopted kids have...
I feel great sadness and pain.
Want me to admit something?
Last year? In nov/dec? When artsyguy was all "je veux faire un long bout de chemin avec toi" (I want to do a long bit of road with you... it makes sense in french), and we got appointments to get checked for stds so we could be fluid bonded, and I misunderstood what he said about having wanted to have his second kid (before the 2nd was conceived) as a planned kid in a committed relationship....
I fantasized that maybe mr. fertile could get me pregnant. That we wouldn't try, but while waiting for adoption shit and paperwork and homestudies and waitinglists and all that, it might happen. I might have a cute kid who would have a brother and sister and grandparents and a father and all that.
Can you believe it??
Who knows. I am just 42. It could have conceivably happened.
Now it seems like a cruel joke.
what an idiot.
now i am just hung up on grieving a relationship that didn't go anywhere, not in any shape to date anyone else let alone sleep with anyone else.
So much for all that planned time off grieving ob so I'd be open and ready for a real relationship. Something with a future. Someone who wants to commit. Someone who wants me. Really. Not a Ma'am or a girl from Germany, or a parttime fuckfriend. But me. All of me. for close to forever. And wants a family.
And how I screwed that up by being artsyguy's rebound girl.
hah.
Lot's of luck I'll get pregnant. Or even have someone look in my eyes and say "i love you".
How many years did I imagine my kids?? All their different hopeful permutations??
oh well.
gotta get back to work
or sleep
or something.
lots to do.
and I didn't get to the gym so I'm all squinkly.
and tired.
so I eat chocolate bars.
yay.
nite nite.
me
wenchie
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previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
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